Kylie cries out in desperation from the back seat:
“Oh no! My skin is starting to peel! My whole skin is going to peel off and then I’ll see my bones and I don’t want that to happen!”
Upon further inspection, she chipped her nail polish. Oh the drama. Sometimes I wonder what having boys would be like. I find the melodramatic tendencies of my girls hilarious.
Emma says: Daddy, this, outside, puppy, Kylie, Pops, that, hi, hey, hello, bye, tree, pretty, thanks, thank you, you’re welcome, shoes, shirt, teeth, book, ball, drink, go, car, bath, and probably several others that slip my mind at the moment. Does she say, “Mommy” nope. If the child can say “you’re welcome,” she can say, “mommy.”
I realize I’m being selfish, that she says lots of words, but is “Mommy” really too much to ask? Especially since the sounds she makes lately make me think Vietnamese is her first language.
Kylie’s first word? Mommy.