Anna woke up from her nap and we came downstairs after some playing on mom and dad's bed. She took her two favorite baby dolls and sat them in the chair and wanted to feed them. So she got a spoon and a bowl and pretended to spoon food into their mouths.
So that's all pretty normal, but then she put the spoon in babies hand and said, "feed Anna" and pretended that the baby was pretending to feed Anna food.
Atta girl! She's already creating metafiction.
I laughed at her, of course. Then she laughed at me and said, "Daddy laughing." She then said, "num num num" (or "nom nom nom" as I've seen it spelled) over and over and pretended to shovel food into her mouth.
Atta girl! She's already misinterpreting why people are laughing at her. Well, maybe that's not so great. But I find it funny.
So then she climbs up into the high chair. And while I put on her bib and tray I describe the process by which I made the mashed potatoes I'm about to feed her. I finished with something like, then I mash it all up and you get to eat it.
To which she replies, "Yay! I'm proud of you."
It would be fitting, I suppose, if she started making sarcastic insults at age 2, but I choose to believe that her pride in me is sincere.
Speaking of funny, this photo of Anna makes me laugh really hard.
3 comments:
So cute! It's the laughs that our little ones give us that help us want to get up in the morning!
She's so adorable. And you know, if Anna grows up to be a goth teenager, she's going to proudly show that graveyard shot to all of her friends.
Wow. That is a killer pic. It's awesome. Hehe.:)
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