My darling little girl is a chatterbox. She picks up on words quickly and loves to hear herself talk, and she loves talking to others. Our neighbor gave CLW a stuffed pink flamingo when she was born. Now, as strong as her speech is for almost 22 months, "flamingo" is just not in her vocabulary. Unfortunately for me, she loves the damn bird!
She has started taking the flamingo to bed with her. She loves to carry it around. She pretends to make it stand and dance. Tonight, she pretended to make it fly. No problems, right? WRONG! My hubby had just turned around from changing JTW when CLW swung the flamingo at them and shouted, "Fly fu**er!" Do you know how hard it was to NOT laugh and egg her on?!?! I almost died!
I can't send her to school in her flamingo tank top, and that bird sure as heck isn't going to mass with us any time soon! Mother of the Year right here! Ugh!
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