The Civee and I are in trouble.
Tonight, I was getting Hope changed as part of her bedtime routine. I was starting to prepare for the next step when I noticed something was missing, so I decided to ask The Civee.
Me: Did we bring up any M-I-L-
Hope: -K. Milk! Milk!
The Civee and I don’t do the spelling thing all the time, but I guess we won’t be getting away with it much longer. Maybe we’ll have to start using signs or a foreign language, but it will only be a matter of time before she figures that out too.
This isn’t the only worrisome thing to happen lately during Hope’s bedtime. The other night, as I was putting her in her crib I said “I love you,” to which she replied something that I swear was “I know.”
It was tough not to crack up, but I’d really like to know how and when she watched The Empire Strikes Back without me.