Lizzy has a bag of pinto beans. She pilfered it from the pantry this morning. I saw her drop it once and although she was racing down the hall on turbo, she turned around for it. She loves her pinto beans. She raced into my office to tell me something (which I definitely understood, seeing as how I am fluent in both gibberish and squeaks) and after she completed her complete sentence (in gibberish, some squeaks) complete with nouns, verbs, proper nouns, and some misplaced pauses, she looked at me blankly. Based on her statement, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say. She hadn't asked me a question... what should I do, what should I say? I resorted to the obvious: "You sure do love those pinto beans, don't you Lizzy?"
She looked at me solemnly.
Nodded.
"ahhhh... duh"
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