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.
Did you get that poor child some M-I-L-K ?!!!
Of course we did. And a dictionary!