#281
Little Miss: (pointing at JD) Rat.
Me: No, Little Miss, JD’s a dog.
<pause>
Little Miss: Doog.
Me: (feeling lazy) Close enough.
Rockstar: (calls over from laptop) She called JD a dog? So all dogs aren’t “JD” anymore?
Me: Yeah maybe. Hey you want Daddy or me to put you to bed tonight?
Rockstar: Daddy. I only say “you” when I want to be sweet.
(Private joke, because the dad travels so much by default we assume the Dad will perform regular parenting activities he can fit in. Rockstar obviously calls dibs on these…)
Me: Oh really. And you don’t feel like being sweet tonight. Doog.
Rockstar: That’s close enough. (Turns back to laptop)
Watcha doin’ Koko? The Rockstars highly involved in the important task of sandwich making
Ps: I don’t know why she called JD a rat, probably lucky stab in the dark at an actual word…
Just look at Miss Rockstar’s face in the photo. She was concentrating hard – must be memorising the steps to make a sandwich. Guess she would like to have a go at it too if mommy permits her to do so.
So now Rockstar is the expert in making sandwiches for the whole family?
Um he doesn’t really… I’m the only other one who eats sandwiches regularly in the home and I’m yet to try his… But yes Little Miss was super fascinated by him spreading the pate on… I don’t think I’m letting her have a go at that anytime soon until we have a proper kitchen space or dining table that allows it…. Cos otherwise it’s jam, butter or pate – all stuff that is either incredibly sticky or smells something awful when it goes bad after you miss a dollop flung somewhere…