So here it goes a conversation with two stubborn 2 year olds on the way to school at about 6:45 AM
Mallory, "I don’t like you Cale" for no good reason other than maybe her baby brother (by two minutes) was picking on her about something. Unfortunately the exact nature of what I cannot remember.
My response, "Not true Mallory you love him, he is your brother"
Mallory, “I don’t want him to be my brother”
Trying to be the good mom I respond, "That isn’t very nice – you are his sister and he loves you"
Cale jumps in and replies, "I am not a brother, I am your Buster " (Buster because Maggie and I often call him our Buster)
Mallory then replies, "No you Calebert"
Cale then argues, "I not Calebert Mal, you are" I love how he calls his sister, "Mal"
Her response, "No I am not, I am Pickles" which is what we call her thanks to her daddy.
Cale then says, "Oh that is disgusting. Pickles are disgusting" which just made me laugh because I had never heard him say disgusting before and it seemed like such a large word for him but was used correctly so yes I was proud.
Mallory getting mad and defensive at this point says, "No mommy tell him, I am pickles and he is not a buster"
And then we arrive at school and change directions of our conversation!
Just an early morning argument on whether or not we are brother and sister, who has what nicknames and whether or not pickles are disgusting!
Oh I love these kids and our early morning conversations. I am grateful for the 5 minutes of time today to get this out here because in just 5 short days I will not be able to say, "conversations with a two year old" sniff they will be 3!
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