Last night at dinner my daughter folded her hand and uttered the sound “pees” which I can only assume was ‘please.’ She was asking for her sippy cup of water. It was cute.
Today she ambles into the dining room where I am mopping. She has a blue bouncy ball, you know, the kind you get out of the 25 cent vending machines at Wal-mart. Obviously she had raided brother’s stash. “Becca,” I said, “give that to daddy.”
She walks over and hands it over to me. I slip it into my pocket. She folds her hands and says “Pees” “No,” I respond.
She starts bounding up and down and begging. “Pees!” “No babygirl,” I answer.
She hits her knees at my feet, bounces up and down, hands folded, “Pees, pees!”
She didn’t get the ball but Stacy and I had a good laugh. Kids can be so funny. I don’t have a clue where she got the folded hands begging skill. It’s cute now, but I am sure there will come a time when it is annoying. Then I’ll think, “This is why some animals eat their young.”