Monday Morning Happies

A few days ago, from another room, Annie said,  "________    _________." I froze. Did I hear her right? Did she really just say that? I thought I heard her say it. But there was no way.  Right? I mean she's not even two years old yet.

Where would she have heard that? Who taught her that? Oh. My. Gosh.

Surely not.

Lord, surely my child didn't just say  "_________   _________."

Not my child. Not at this age. Not from these two parents did this child spring...

But she said it again. And again. And again. And I couldn't make it stop.

I sat- thinking in the living room- of all the things in this world that my child has decided to talk about, has she really landed on this? And what does this say about her as a person? I mean, what will she grow up to be and do? Will this last well into her adolescent years?  Does this have bearing on who she will become?

I walked into the restroom where she was staring at her daddy's Rolling Stone magazine...

I shot this footage.

My sweet-proper-graceful-mother-n-law, later confessed.

She slipped, she admitted. She didn't realize Annie's memory was so strong. She was just trying to distract her.

The Words my Child Said...