We were watching the news before bath time a few nights ago when I noticed T looking tired and sleepy.
Me: Are you sad, sweetie?
(She uses the word sad when she’s tired or declares that she’s sad when she wants attention).
T: No (said in her sing-song voice).
Me: Are you depressed? (This was me trying to be funny).
Husband rolls his eyes and says,
Would you like Mommy to read Sylvia Plath to you?
T: Oh alright.
Husband: But remember, we have an electric oven – so don’t get any ideas, your face will only get grilled on one side.
I often wonder if our two-year old can really follow the “grown-ups” conversation?
I bet she does!