Girl: I'm a croak.
Mummy: You're a.... what?
Girl: A croak.
Mummy: Ah. Ok. What's a croak?
Girl: A frog's screaming!
And apparently they're screaming in a puddle.
The Girl is just over 2, but she's off and racing to catch up with Boy in the chatterbox department. And she's picked up so many delightful turns of phrase from her brother. Like NOTHING! which is what she says when she's annoyed and doesn't want to be asked questions. Or Go away! - or alternatively Stop talking to me! Don't look at me! - when she doesn't want to be told not to do something.
This morning she was trying to stand on her head. She told Daddy she was standing on her penis. Oh dear.
She also has a bit of a temper. Boy can't help but tell us when he's pushed/bitten/hit his sister. Girl, however.... The other day, having just broken up a fight between the siblings, Auntie B caught Girl quietly spitting in Boy's drink.
Surely this means she's old enough for daycare now.
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