The saga of the beach continues

You know, I read somewhere that toddlers don't have any conception of time. Not until age 3 or 4 can they understand the difference between tomorrow and two weeks from now.

So...last night, I was getting some of Elizabeth's things together for the beach, packing up the swimsuits, etc. Of course, she wanted to put one on NOW. But that's not the best part. She goes into the closet and grabs her coat, and says "bye- bye". I asked her where she was going, and she says. "B*tch!" For the next hour or so, she was insistent on going outside, so she could go to the "B*tch!" Why did I mention the trip again???

Later in the evening, she comes up to me, jacket zipped up, and says, "B*tch!!!" (you know, if we tell her it's a bad word, she's just gonna say it all the time...) I say, "B-ee-ch", sounding it out. Then she walks up to daddy, who's not heard the rest of the conversation. "B*tch!!!" So, daddy says, "I know mommy is grumpy, but is it that bad?" Thanks, daddy.

Elizabeth goes to a Lutheran preschool. I can see it now, as she puts on her coat and saunters up to Miss Emily, and says, "B*tch!" My kid is going to get expelled from preschool.

Out of the mouths of babes

I know I need to post the holiday pictures. But first things first.

Elizabeth, who has the smallest feet of any two year old, is finally outgrowing size 4. We were talking about how we'll need to find her some shoes for the beach. (we're headed to FL in a month)

Elizabeth says, "B*tch!!" (I'm thinking, oh, boy we're gonna have fun with this, especially because "SIT!!" sounds like "S*it!!!")

So, we're sitting at dinner and I say, "Elizabeth, show daddy how you can say 'beach'!"

"B*tch!!" says Elizabeth

Daddy follows with, "Elizabeth, can you say you'd like to see the 'Sun on the Beach'?"

'Nuff said. I hope you're laughing so hard you're crying. I know I was.