This morning after Emily and Bella climbed into our bed, like every other morning, there was a two lined conversation between the two of them that I found to be rather humorous.
It started with me and Emily:
Emily: I'm tired.
Me: Lay down. (remember, we are in my bed)
Emily: I want to go in there. (pointing her finger towards her room)
Me: Well, then go.
Emily: No. I want you to carry me like a baby.
Me: No. You can walk.
Bella: Emily, you are a big girl you can walk.
Emily: Be quiet. You're a boy.
I just laughed again. The insults of a two year old. I don't think I could have ever come up with that.
Haha!! I love it! We overhear very similar conversations at our house.
ReplyDeleteI think I said something similar to my sister earlier today!
ReplyDeleteAnd what's wrong with being a boy? *We* deserve to get carried to our bedrooms and gingerly laid on soft blankets too!
ReplyDeleteThe only problem is that no one can carry us except... bigger boys. And that's a whole other matter. Less cushy and pleasant, more prison-y.
Forget I said anything.
LOVE IT!
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