yada, yada, yada (aka sounds like Charlie Brown's teacher)," the baby mumbled, as she moved to the other side of the sofa away from her Oma who refused to give her some of her drink.
"What is she saying?" Oma asked me.
"She said, 'You're not coming to her party.'" I answered.
"What party?"
I shrugged my shoulders. That was a good question. One I did not have the answer to. Other than to say, she learned the phrase from Rowan and they now both use it as a way to show their disapproval of you. So we're working on not saying that.
When Jory started pre-school, he'd come home with some behaviors or words that I hadn't taught him and I realized how EVIIILLL other people's kids were. You know because my son was/is perfect. And then baby number three came along spouting things like, "Leave me alone" or "Don't look at me" or "Roro did it" and I knew she only learned those sayings and other fun ones from two little people and it dawned on me that older siblings can be shady. Who would have thunk it?
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