Conversations With My Two Year Old Part 3

Me: Logan, we're having fish for dinner tonight.

L: Like Memo (nemo)?

Me: Yes, Nemo is a fish.

L: Mommy, I no eat memo. Shorry.

After we got home from Target the other day, Logan ran to find Mike.

L: "Daddy, we got you tack tack juice!"

Mike and I took a minute to figure it out, but realized she was telling him we'd gotten him contact solution (contact juice).

Logan grabbed Brody's blanket and cuddled up to it.

L: Mommy, this is my bank.

Me: No, that's Brody's blanket, just like you have your pink blanket, that's his blanket.

L: No, it's mine, but I share with Broey.

Oh boy.

Last night Logan climbed up onto the counter and grabbed a cookie. I told her she could have one bite and then she needed to put it up until today. She took a bite and then said she'd throw it away, I told her that was fine so she climbed down, went to the trash and continued to eye the cookie in her hand.

L: Mommy, I have one more bite?

Me: No, Logan, no more bites. If you disobey we'll have consequences.

L: Oh. Otay.

I turned around to finish the dishes and when I looked back at her she was chewing and had a smug little smile on.

Me: Did you eat that cookie?

L: Yes, I ate tookie. I get a no-no now, but mmmmm I got a tookie.

I guess it was worth the consequence.