Sunday, May 30, 2010
The other day I was in Esme's room, ridding my girl of a yucky diaper. Beside her changing mat there is a small, ever-rotating stash of toys that I keep to amuse her (i.e., keep her from rolling over) during diaper change time. On this particular morning, the toy of choice was a small, wooden carrot that Esme really seems to love. Watching her stare at its bright orange smoothness, I wanted to give her its name.
"That's a carrot, Esme. Carrot."
"C-----t!" said Esme.
I paused in mid-wipe, trying to believe I'd imagined the similarity of her sounds and mine, but the doting mommy in me won out. "That's right, Esme! Carrot! Carrot! Can you say it again? Carrot."
"Ffffffffffffffff," she replied.
"Carrot. Carrot? Carrrrrrrot!"
""C-----t!" said Esme again.
"Good, job, little girlie! That's right! You said carrot!" I covered her in kisses and smiled down into her sparkling eyes.
And then my little prodigy stuck her foot in her own poop.
Posted by Cara at 8:01 PM