This week, it seems as though nearly every other word out of my mouth has been “Don’t.” This word is usually followed by an invisible exclamation point, but I know that there are those who frown upon the overuse of this handy-dandy piece of punctuation, so I am leaving it off. Hope you’re happy!!
“Don’t you touch that.”
“Don’t put your hand in that toilet”
“Don’t pull my hair”
“Don’t lift up my shirt.”
She appropriately (and very cutely, I might add) says “Wow!” whenever she is amazed.
She can show you the location of her mouth.
She can show you her pearly whites.
She tells herself “Good girl” as she goes down our stairs the way we’ve taught her.
Now, I have not worked on any of these new tricks with her. I didn’t teach her when to say “wow;” I haven’t shown her where her mouth or teeth are; and I haven’t prompted her to say “good girl.”
Do I have a genius baby on my hands? Possibly. Or, the Little Rat really is listening to me: when I tell her she’s a good girl, when I talk about her new teeth, when I say “wow” over something she has done. . . . .
If the latter is the case, then the truth is staring me in the face. My one year old diva is just like her daddy — only taking in whatever the heck she wants to and ignoring my nagging.
I’m not sure how I feel about that.