I'm one of those funny kids that likes the words "medicine" and "doctor." When we all got colds this past week, I was pretty excited that I got some "medicine" to help me feel better. However, mom and dad can't fool me--I know it's really honey in that medicine dropper. But why say anything when the medicine is sugar? And, speaking of sugar, I got my first taste of hot chocolate last night. That stuff is definitely the new juice box.
At the ripe old age of two (almost three!), I'm definitely no fool anymore. I know what's going on when we go through the drive thru at DQ and demand I get some ice cream, too (even though I don't really like the stuff--must be an acquired taste like that coffee my mom is always drinking). And, when mom and dad are trying to have a private conversation in the front seat, I like to know just who and what we're talking about so I can put in my two cents, too. I am also well aware that sometimes the fun starts after I go to bed--this is why I get up multiple times and say I have to go potty, or that my water cup isn't filled to the top, or that I had a bad dream. Trust me--someday when I'm still out of the house at ten o'clock at night with that boy who has the motorcycle, you'll miss those nights when I just wanted to let you know that I'm still here and always ready to play.
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