Love walks in with a writing pad and a pencil...
Love-What can i gwet you from da westarant?
Me-A bacon blue cheese burger with french fries.
Love-You want a diet coke wit it?
Me-Oh sure that sounds great.
She returns with a measuring cup and a measuring spoon stirring it constantly.
Love-Here you go. You have to eat it.
I am pretending to each the concoction.
Me-O it's sooo delicious.
Love-thanks. Dad what you want?
Hubby-I want some chicken noodle soup.
Love-Ok thats a gweat idea.
She is writing the letter H over and over on her note pad.
She returns with the same measuring cup and spoon.
Love-Here you go
Hubby-What's in the soup?
Love-Um cawots, cellree, chicken and some powder juice.
Hubby-What? Powder juice?
Love-Yes it good for you...just eat it Dad.
She kept this up for a good 30 minutes going back and forth to the kitchen and she actually pretended she was heating it up on the stove...cause she wanted to know if it was Hott!!!
The funnier thing is that I don't cook and my 3 year old is trying to show me up in the kitchen. Who does she think she is!
And this reminds me...On Sunday she wanted some bologna. I gave her 2 pieces and she was sitting on the bar stool in the kitchen. She likes to eat it just how it comes, except she was playing with it on the counter; folding it up and throwing it around. I proceeded to tell her to stop playing with it and just eat it...She replies "Don't talk to me dat way mom!"
Where does she get this stuff from?