Yesterday morning I was changing Lilia's diaper and clothes for the day and she decides she's gonna help put on her shirt. Well, short story long, naturally the shirt gets twisted and fanagled as she puts her arms in and her left arm hole is all goofy. Lilia has really started to assert her authority in matters and didn't want help with the process. So I go on with my task of getting her diaper changed while she takes care of her shirt. When I look up and see the shirt is all messed up, I say "oh poop" knowing full well getting Lils to redo the shirt is going to be more of a challenge than actually getting the shirt untwisted. But to my surprise Lilia just says "Dad did you say poop?" and lets me begin fixing the problem. I say "yeah Daddy said 'poop'." To which little Miss Literal says "where's the poop?" and I reply "Oh, that was just a figure of speech. There's no poop." "Can I see the poop?" says she. I fix the shirt and finish up the pants and Lilia stop rolling around the bed for a second and looks at me seriously and say "Dad are you teasing me?"
She's growing up far too fast.
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she's a funny girl! i can just hear the conversation as i was reading it.
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