*few seconds later*
Lilly: (sounding distraught) "HEY! Get off Mommy's baby. Bad Daddy!"
*I walk over to see my toddler giving my husband one hell of a death stare. He's in it good this time.*
Mommy: "What happened honey?"
Lilly: (frantically pointing at the underside of my husband, who is apparently laying on a doll on the couch)
Daddy: "I'm a bad Daddy?!" (he looks kinda genuinely hurt by this comment)
*I'm totally laughing at him. No I'm not because that would be cruel. (yes I am)*
Lilly: "Yes, your a bad Daddy! You're a monster!"
*Whoa. Um, that's a little harsh from a toddler...*
Daddy: "Grrrrrrr...." (getting off the couch, lifting his hands in the air and chasing after her, making 'monster' noises)
Lilly: (takes off running, giggling and knowing she has said the magic word.)
*Bedtime for the babies has been forgotten, for now*
Disclaimer: No baby dolls where harmed in the making of this blog post.... err, except this one. Who after being rescued from under my husbands butt, was then promptly dropped on the floor by my toddler.
|Surprisingly, this sturdy 20 year old doll has withstood far worse, I'm sure.|
*Read more of my little musings with my monkey with the rest of my Talking With My Toddler posts.