Jacob and I went to the library today and we met a cute and quite interesting little girl there. We'll call her Lilly since she wouldn't reveal her name. Jacob and I were in the children's book section where we sat down at a table to look at some books. Jacob wanted a snack so I pulled out a little bag of pretzels. Lilly wanders up and starts this conversation:
Lilly: "they say you're not supposed to eat in the library"
me: "Oh really? I didn't know that! I'll just put it away then" (praying Jacob doesn't throw a fit)
Jacob: "Open, Open" (referring to the Thomas the Train DVD that he had picked up)
me: "Jacob, we're going to leave in a minute so let's not open it right now"
Lilly: "why can't he open it?"
me: "well, we're about to leave to go meet his Daddy"
Lilly: "what's his Daddy's name?"
me: "His name is Mark. What is your name?"
Lilly (perplexed): "I don't know!"
me: "You don't know? Okay. Well, this is Jacob"
Lilly: "Why isn't Jacob talking anymore?"
me: "Jacob is still a baby so he doesn't talk as much as we do"
Lilly: "Does he still wear diapers?"
me: "Yes, he still wears diapers. He's not potty trained yet."
Lilly: "I'm potty trained."
me: "You are?! That's great!"
Lilly: "Are YOU potty trained?" (referring to me)
me (laughing): "Why yes. I am potty trained. I think most adults are potty trained"
Lilly: "I don't think ALL adults are potty trained"
I start to ponder this remark and realize Lilly is right. I have a very dear friend (who shall remain nameless) that is clearly NOT potty trained when she consumes too much vino.
me: "Okay Jacob, let's go check out our books so we can go bye-bye"
Lilly: "Remember, next time there is no eating in the library. You can go eat outside."
me: "Okay sweetheart. I'll remember."
Kids. You gotta love 'em.
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