Tastes Likes Chicken

“Vista!  Leave the cat alone, already!”  I said for the umteenth time today.

Vista:  “But he’s a chicken…”

Me: “He’s not a chicken he’s a cat.”

Vista:  “No.  He’s a chicken!”

Me: “You were not thinking of putting him in the stove in your kitchen, were you?!?”

Vista: “No….. I was going to put him in the microwave…”

Me:  *facepalm*

Conversations with a 2yr old

Me:  “What are you doing, sweetie?”

Vista: “Wings!”

Me: “You have wings?”

Vista: “Yes!”

Me: “I see.  And where did you get wings from?”

Vista: “Cats!”

Me: “Uh-huh.  The cats gave you wings.”

Vista: “Yeah!”

Me: “And how big are your wings?”

Vista: “La-llow!”

Me: “Oh, they’re yellow wings?”

Vista: “Yeah! And boo!”

Me: “Yellow and blue wings.  Huh.  And…uh…what are you going to do with these wings?”

Vista: “PARTY!”

I wonder if this is her way of telling me she’s going to be a Scene Kid?

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