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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