Thursday, October 6, 2011

Conversations with a 3-year-old

Peanut: I have something to say.

Me: What's that?

Peanut: I have to say I love you.

Me: Aww. Thank you. I love you.

A few minutes later ...

Peanut: I have something to say.

Me: You do?

Peanut: Yes. You are beautiful. And pretty. And Gizmo is pretty. And I'm pretty.


Peanut: I don't like the seahorse. (talking about her sister's glowworm-like seahorse that plays music but is in desperate need of batteries so the music doesn't sound like a dying cat.)

Me: Why don't you like the seahorse?

Peanut: It makes me nervous.


Peanut: I just want to be alone. Gizmo is following me. She's following me from that couch to that couch every day. I just want to be alone.

Me: Then just go up to your room. You can be alone there.

Peanut: I don't want to be alone in my room. I want to be alone in your room. But. I can't be alone in your room. You can't leave me alone there. I'm too little. I can't be by myself because the lights might be out and then it would be dark. (big sigh) I just don't want to be alone... Can I go to your room and play the iPad alone?


k said...

"It makes me nervous." HAHAHAHA!

~she~ said...

The first one sounds like she definitely wanted something from you...

Jessica said...

That's all any of us wants, right? To play with the iPad alone in a quiet room?