Grant: Ella what do you want to be when you grow up? Ella: Big like you. Grant: No, like a doctor, or a fireman, or a teacher. Mommy: You know like Grant wants to be a Myrmecologist (ant scientist). Maybe a Mommy! Ella: I want to be a Myrmecologist, too. Grant: Maybe you could be a doctor. Then you could fix me when I the ants bite me.
In the house, after bed time
(Ella is supposed to be in bed and loses her special blanket if she comes out - Comes out and stands in Dallin's doorway - where I am nursing - with a look of defiance on her face)
Mommy: Ella, bring me your tickle (aka - special blanket) and go back to bed. Ella: I think I have to go potty. Mommy: Ella, do I need to get your tickle myself? Ella: I hud it (apparently 'hud' is past tense for 'hide' in 3 yr old language). Mommy: I can find it. Ella: I hud it in a special place, you can't find it. Mommy: I heard you in your closet. Ella: (looks around, and then with a smile) I hud it in my drawer. Mommy: Now, I know exactly where it is. Go to bed, I'll be in to get your tickle in a minute. (FYI - She did have a very tiny, forced tinkle.)
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Hey Grant, looking good! Do you bait your own hook?
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