“Gimme dat!” – amusing conversations with a three year old
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It’s about time I share with you some words from our daughter. The sticky note on my desktop is getting so full, I need to start a new one. So here they are.
Please enjoy some recent snippets of conversations from our little firefly.
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G: You need to wear jeans today, it’s cold.
P: MUM! I don’t want to wear jeans! I don’t want to be a badass.
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“You’re not a boy Theo! You don’t even have a moustache!
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(Out of the blue and I have never let her watch this)
”Mama, do you remember Dr WHO? I LOVED THAT SHOW!”
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Noni: Who sings that song?
G: The Eagles
B: The Beatles
P: THE WIGGLES!
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P: Do you know what spanish is?
G: Yes, I do. Do you?
P: Yes. It’s BONJOUR
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P: Mum, I want to have a girls night
Me: When?
P: Now
Me: What will we do
P: Go to the shops
G: What will we buy?
P: A barbie
G: A barbie?
P: Yes. Because I only have two and I am three. I need three.
(hands me my wallet).
(For the record, she isn’t allowed *any* barbies)
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P: Lets make a baby
G: Who is making a baby?
(in tone that suggests this is totally obvious)
P: You, me & daddy
G: Well, actually. Normally only a mama & dada make the baby.
(sounding highly dejected)
P: Oh.
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(only a few hours following the previous conversation and deciding a different approach should be taken)
P: Dada? Can I help you put a little baby in mummy’s tummy?
D: No!
P: Oh.
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(cradling a doll)
P: This is my new baby boy, his name is Jason
G: Oh, are you going to give him some mama’s milk?
(sounding indignant at my ignorance)
P: I didn’t give birth to him!
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Sounding almost hysterically panicked
P: Help mum! Theo won’t put pants on and I have to keep looking at his penis!
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After I’ve finished explaining death.
(very cheerfully)
P: Oh, that’s okay, when they come for me, I’ll just say ‘no thanks’.
