Actual snippet from my day today: I’m sitting at the table with Small One, who is eating oatmeal, which she calls “olameal”. She picks up her sister’s ring and asks, “What’s this?”
”It’s your sister’s ring,” I say, “put it back down.”
She drops it into her oatmeal.
”No!” I say, “Don’t drop it in your oatmeal!”
”Please?!? Please can I drop it in my olameal?”
”Why I can’t drop it in my olameal?” (crying)
”Because it’s yucky!” I say, retrieving it to go rinse it off.
Behind me, I hear a small and sulky voice. “I need MORE olameal.”(Which is clearly true- that bowl somehow got RING all over it.)