Last night we gave the children ice cream for dessert. The three big kids were happy, but little Katie thew a fit when she saw her bowl of vanilla ice cream, pushing it away and squawking madly at me and Brian. We shrugged and got ready to take the ice cream away, when we listened closer to her babbling and realized she was saying “chokwit, chokwit.” She was mad because she wanted CHOCOLATE ice cream, NOT VANILLA.
She is 20 months old, and she’s learned how to say “chocolate” before “mine.” I don’t know if I should say “Atta girl!” or be slightly afraid.
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She’s clearly a genius.