Jane’s Observation this Morning
This morning when I went to get Jane out of bed, I still had on my sleeveless nightgown. Jane noticed immediately.
Mommy’s got on a dress.
>It’s not a dress sweetie, it’s a gown.
Mommy’s got on a dress.
>Well, it looks like a dress, but it’s a gown.
Mommy’s got on a DRESS!
>(smiling)It’s a nightgown. It’s kind of like pajamas.
Pajamanas! It’s a dress.
>Let’s change your diaper. (I put her on the changing table.)
(pointing at my nightgown) It’s BLUE!
>Yep, it’s blue.
It’s blue, Mommy! BLUE!
>Yep, it’s blue.
(noticing the sleeveless part) It’s parkily.
>What?
(sticking her hand in the open armhole to my skin)
Parkily, Mommy, parkily.
>What?
Parkily.(reaching to touch my underarm)
>Jane, I don’t what “Parkily” is. (I raise my arm to see what she’s pointing to.)
(with eyes wide) Parkily.
I look at my underarms. They desperately need the help of a razor.
And then it dawns on me.
>Jane, it’s “prickly” not “parkily.”
Parkily, Mommy. Parkily.
Filed under: General, Catbird, SAHM, Jane on February 28th, 2006
Too funny! Please shave.
Oh, how I love your blog Cathy…this post made me smile.
Ah yes, a great visual (as I choke on my morning Jarrah and push my toast away.
What our family call a ‘Dinner is served !’ moment)
At least your daughter noticed it first. Last week I was reminded how long ago it’s been since I shaved under my arms, when I heard the bra shop assistant say the dreaded words, ‘Now raise your arm just a little bit higher for me dear. We need to see how snug the bra fits you there.” !!!!!
cathy, have i mentioned recently that your oldest daughter is the youngest person ever to make my list of heroes?
What can I say? Except (a) obviously shaving is not a priority for me and (b) we prize brutal honesty in our house. Emphasis on brutal.(chuckle)
That’s too funny! Was it “parkely” like a pine cone/dog turd?
Wow…so funny! Love your unflattering honesty…I’d probably tell you those things about myself, but would not have the courage to post them on my blog. So glad we’re friends.
PS–your child is brilliant! She is attempting to correctly use the word prickly AT TWO!! Totally freaks me out. Are you reading her the dictionary at bedtime? :o)
Thanks, Kelly!
No, we’re not reading her the dictionary.(at least that’s my story, and I’m sticking with it! wink.)
I held a pine cone out to her the other day, and when she reached for it I said, “Careful. It’s prickly.”
After reacting to the prickly feeling (shocked face, dropping the pine cone, to which I replied, “See, prickly!”), she promptly walked over to a dog turd and picked it up and said,”Pine cone!”
Fortunately it was old, and therefore hard. Paul said, “That’s not prickly, is it Jane?!”
I practically cried, laughing.
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