Better than Flipping a Coin

I just asked Samantha who I should vote for, McCain or Obama.  She said Obama.

Knowing her penchant for repeating the last word I say, I went back a minute later and asked her who I should vote for, Obama or McCain.  She said Obama.

To a 2 year old, the dude just has a cool sounding name, and that's about the most fundamental distinction I can find between the two of them.

Mysteries

Why is it that my husband is willing to dust, does a great job at it, and even does it without me nagging him, but is completely incapable of returning the duster to its place in the cabinet?

Her Dad Has Been Dreading this Moment

The other day at her daycare, Samantha was dancing with her friend, Robert:



Her other friend, Ignacio, didn't like that one bit:



A fight ensued:



Robert won:



As we were leaving day care today, we stopped in the lobby to put on Sam's coat and hat.  Both Robert and Ignacio were in the lobby with their teacher.  Ignacio brought Sam a package of crackers.  Robert came over and tried to take it away from her. 

Then, as we walked out the door Sam said, "Bye bye Nachie.  Bye bye Wobie."  That was the first time she really used other kids' names properly.  Lord help us!

Manipulation or Sense of Humor?

Tonight I asked Samantha if she wanted water or milk to drink with dinner.  She said "WATER, MILK." (Pronounced, WAA-EE-MICK.)  I asked again.  She said something unintelligible but used sign language to say, "WATER."  I said, "OK, water," and turned back to the kitchen.  As soon as I was out of sight she called out, "MILK!"  I went back - "Milk?"  "YES," she said.  I went around the corner.  She called, "WATER!"  I went back to the table - "You want water?"  She said, "WATER."  I said, "Are you sure?"  She said yes and she got me again as soon as I left the room: "MILK!"  I came back and said, "Are you working me?" 

She giggled.

A Little Thing

I don't know which I love more: the way Samantha pronounces "animal," AM-MEE-YO or the fact that I understand her.

The Terrible Twos Are Here

Samantha did this today.

 

Confession

Forgive me, Internet, for I have sinned.  It has been 185 days since my last confession. 

I watch too much TV.

From Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, I learned to use wet toilet paper to wipe up the dusty hairy gunk from the bathroom counter before using a cleaning product.

From The Newleywed Game, I learned to use pubic hair to lather up soap in the shower.

From the The Man Show, I learned to throw dry garments in the dryer with a wet towel to steam out the wrinkles.

At least you can say that you learned these handy tips from a blog.  I, however, am off to say 5 Hail Hiro's and 4 Our Father Who Art in Prison's.