One of the more under-appreciated aspects of having twins is that you get to listen to them talk. Sometimes it can be a great first warning system. The other day, disaster of an undetermined type was narrowly avoided when I heard my son’s stage whisper to his sister, “NO! Don’t do dat! You make Mommy mad!”
It’s also a great paradox of parenthood: you wait and wait and wait for them to talk, and then once they do, you pray for them to shut up.
But every once in a while, one of my children says something so fantastic that I’m glad they can (and do) run their mouths incessantly.
As I was putting them down for a nap this afternoon, my daughter looked up at me and asked her new favorite question.
“Why?”
As to what she was asking “why” about; I have no earthly idea. She gets on these tangents and can ask “why” 5,432 times in a row without paying the slightest bit of attention to the answer. Which means that I pay little attention to the question.
So I said, absently, “Because Martians are from Mars and Venusians are from Venus.”
“Mommy, you are so smart!” she squealed. “You are almost as smart as me. You’re a dolt.”
“Because the square root of pi is 1.77 … wait a second, what did you just call Mommy?”
“You’re a biiiiig dolt. I little, but one day I be a big dolt like you.”
She was so earnest about the whole thing that I felt bad about laughing, but honestly, can you blame me? According to my logic, by the way, “a dolt” = “adult.” Cute, no?
As I was tucking her in, she gave me one final gem.
“Mommy, I is fun to be talking to.”
Honey, you got that one right.