I never imagined having two daughters, nor could I predict the amount of talking that would ensue. Now that our two year old is forming sentences, it’s become sheer comedy in our house. I understand only about half of what Emylia says, and our five year old is fabulous at translating. Warning, some of her language isn’t…well..quite coherent yet, so it may be a bit crass. Sorry folks, this is real life.
Emy: MAMA! Cock is yellow! Emy wake up now?
Literally, My Name is Emy…
Me: You are being rude, please listen.
Emy: No I’m Emy.
Me: Yes your name is Emy, but you are being disrespectful.
Emy: Stop it Mama, I’m Emy!
(Or in those sweet moments)
Me: You are so cute you little Stinkerbell!
Emy: No mama, name is EMY!!!
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