“I need to get off the table”
Niall climbed up on the coffee table today.
“What am I doing up on the table?” he asked, unprompted.
“That’s right, what are you doing on the coffee table?” countered Jenn.
“I’m on the table. I need to get off the table,” he said.
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May 15th, 2006 at 8:54 am
My roommate, Chris, babysits a two-year old named Hazel, who is occasionally allowed to call our apartment. She has a pretty good grasp of the English language, but is still easily confused, and has yet to grasp the concept of “inside voices”.
*Ring!*
Hello?
HELLO!
Is this Hazel?
NO!
It’s not Hazel?
NO!
Who is this?
HAZEL’S DAD!
Is this Hazel’s Dad?
NO!
Who is this?
HAZEL!
How are you, Hazel?
HEPHALUMPS HAVE HORNS! (Hazel has recently been watching the Tigger movie)
No, they don’t. Tigger says they have horns, but he’s wrong, remember?
OK!
*Click!*
The most charming thing about this exchange is that it took place at 7 in the morning. I was getting ready for work, and when I saw Hazel’s mother’s number on the caller ID, I assumed that she had important news for Chris. No, Hazel just refused to get dressed until she called “Johnny” (her name for Chris) and told him about the Hephalumps. I don’t think she ever realized who it was that she was talking to, because she seems to think that Chris is the only person that the phone can call.
May 18th, 2006 at 2:56 am
Just testing if all is ok here