Two and Three

We have a cyber-pal whose amazing and beautiful daughter is three now. And they have the most serious little conversations you can think of, when they're not dancing and enjoying silly fun.

Missy is two.

Conversations with two are more like this:

Daddy: How is baby today?

Missy: Baby!

Daddy: Is baby happy? Or sad?

Missy: Baby!

Daddy: What would baby like to say?

Missy: Da-da, baby kreegah bundolo. Baby! (flails baby around and whacks herself in the forehead) Baby! Bad!

Daddy: That bad baby! What should we do about baby?

Missy: Owie! Baby!

Daddy: Yes, naughty baby, she gave you an owie. What should we do?

Missy: Timeow.

Daddy: OK, that's it, Baby, you're in timeout. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say may be used aganst you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be ppointed for you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?

Missy: No.

Daddy: Didn't think so. The hell with it, let's have some juice.

Missy (dropping baby): JUICE!

Barkeep, juice for three. Baby, you have to take yours over to timeout.