Conversations with a two year old

Two years old is a magic age. They're not babies anymore. If you're lucky, your child is becoming very verbal and possibly, very confusing. And hilarious.

A conversation with my two year old this morning. We call her "Baby" at home because she's the youngest of three, so even though she's two she's stuck with the nickname. And she owns it.

Baby: I hungy, I hungy!

Me: You're hungry? Do you want a donut? (Don't judge me, you!)

Baby: NO! I hungy!

Me; Ok, want to pick out something else?

Baby: I want donut!

Me: You want a donut?

Baby: NO! (Grabs donut and walks away in a huff.)

I give up.

 

Notice the victory in her face. You win this time, Baby. And probably every time after this because I can't reason with a two year old; there is no reason in two years old.

Notice the victory in her face. You win this time, Baby. And probably every time after this because I can't reason with a two year old; there is no reason in two years old.