Last weekend, we went out for a late lunch at Olive Garden and stuffed our faces. I knew that Jaynie would not be particularly hungry 2 hours later for dinner. For Joe and I it was easy - we just waited till we got hungry later. But for Madam, who needs to be in bed before 7pm or she turns into a pumpkin? No late dinner for her.
So, I tried to get her to eat, and to supplement her tiny meal I gave her one of my Ensure Healthy Mom shakes instead of plain milk. It's made for pregnant women with tons of calcium and iron etc, so I figured it would at least be something.
I gave it to her in a cup with a straw, and said "Here honey - try this! It's yummy! A chocolate shake!" She looked pretty suspicious, but took a few sips anyway (she trusts me!)
One sip... puzzled face. Two sips.... happy face. Three sips.... and out it comes...
"DADDY'S MILK!"
(Later that day)
Me: Joe, have you been giving the Twinkie chocolate milk?
Joe: Noooooooo....
Me: Really? Because when I gave her a chocolate shake today, she called it "Daddy's milk".
Joe: Uhhhh.....
(He's still denying this, but it seems pretty incriminating to me. He's claiming that Jaynie, the toddler, is "framing" him.)
On that same note... (lots of ..... dot dot dots...... in this post)
Today Madam is on the changing table, bitching and moaning about getting her diaper changed. I ask her to show me her foot, and we're off. She shows me her eyes, her nose, her ears, her cheek, her mouth.... then she sticks her finger WAAAAAAAAAY up her nose (I think the second knuckle disappeared for a second) and says...
... wait for it....
"DADDY'S NOSE!"
He really needs to watch himself. She is paying attention to EVERYTHING.
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