Child #4 is 23 months old. We’ll call her Baby Tay, beause that’s how she says her name.
Me: Baby Tay, how are you today?
Me: Do you want something to drink?
BK: nods Oooh, iiinnt.
Me: Did you have a good nap?
BK: Ah-ho. Mimmie. (She saw Mickey Mouse – a.k.a. Ah-ho for the “hot dog” song he sings – and Minnie Mouse on a poster in her room)
Me: Watcha doing?
BK: Dooce. grabs juice cup and leaves
Me: Anything else, Baby Tay?
BK: returns to me and points Daddy. Hi Daddy! runs away to Daddy
Thus ends my hard-hitting investigative interviews of the people under the age of 18 in my house. Actually, I’ve been royally slacking. I think NaNo sucked all the extra words out of me last month. Plus I’m starting to realize that Christmas is 13 days away and I have TONS of shopping left to do. And I need to get it done today because of shipping times and we’re going out of town. Wouldn’t it suck for dear Baby Tay’s gift to be sitting on my front porch on Christmas morning instead of nestled snugly under the tree at Grammy’s house? Well, Baby Tay might not care, but I guarantee #s 1-3 would.
After I get my to-do/to-buy list done today, I promise to come back and regale you with what I learned from NaNoWriMo.