Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Driving home after it was dark, Charlotte in the back seat.
"Mommy, moon b'oken"
"Huh? The moon is broken?"
"Yeah, moon b'oken"
"Oh!! (much laughter) Because it's only a half moon?"
"Yeah, b'oken off in pieces... fall to the g'ound"
"Daddy fix it.... get a ladder... fix the moon... moon b'oken."
One of the best parts about toddlers is watching their brains work. I don't even know how she knows what a ladder is as we don't own one. Our life together has changed drastically since she became so verbal, and only in the absolute best ways possible. I love her so much that I frequently (and irrationally) believe that no other parent in the history of time could have ever loved their child quiiiite as much as I do. Luckily I know that I'm wrong.