We leave for Disney on Saturday and I am trying to be really zen about it, but seriously, I’m not very good at zen.
Aitch has been calling me “mama” lately. It is not being said in the soft, southern-draw-way one might imagine when a child says “mama”, but more in the possessed-by-a-mass-murderer-doll-under-the-bed kind of way: “ma – ma, ma – ma, ma-ma”.
Speaking of weird shit kids say, tonight after her bath, Aitch was sitting on a stool we keep in the bathroom so she can reach the sink. I was combing out her wet hair, when I heard, “It looks like a penis.”
“What??” I asked, surprised, and stopped to find her doing a very thorough examination of her girly parts.
“It looks like a peanut.”
But then she amended her observation:
“It looks like a dinosaur!”