Alex asks for milk by sippy cup color. And she's started asking for a different color of milk (i.e., a different-colored cup) halfway through a meal.
Tonight at dinner, she had selected the yellow sippy cup. When she finished her milk, I asked her if she'd like more.
"Alex have more milk! Alex have pink milk!" she suggested brightly.
"No, only one color at a meal," I said. (I hate washing sippy cups.) "But I will get you some more yellow milk."
I took her cup and went into the kitchen. At which point I heard her say, very clearly, "Damn it, a pink milk!"
"Did she say what I think she said?" I asked Michael. He confirmed it, glumly.
I brought her refilled cup back in and gave it to her. "Damn it," she said in a disappointed voice. "Alex have a yellow milk."
We are such horrible examples to our child. If only she had already started preschool, so that I could've blamed it on her poorly-raised classmates.
Tonight at dinner, she had selected the yellow sippy cup. When she finished her milk, I asked her if she'd like more.
"Alex have more milk! Alex have pink milk!" she suggested brightly.
"No, only one color at a meal," I said. (I hate washing sippy cups.) "But I will get you some more yellow milk."
I took her cup and went into the kitchen. At which point I heard her say, very clearly, "Damn it, a pink milk!"
"Did she say what I think she said?" I asked Michael. He confirmed it, glumly.
I brought her refilled cup back in and gave it to her. "Damn it," she said in a disappointed voice. "Alex have a yellow milk."
We are such horrible examples to our child. If only she had already started preschool, so that I could've blamed it on her poorly-raised classmates.