Quick Before I Get Sidetrack'd

A couple of weeks ago the kids and I were doing a little shopping at Target.  As we wandered the aisles of cleaning supplies and paper goods, Little asked for a piece of candy.  I gave her an Ice Breaker’s Sour (her candy of choice behind chocolate) and she began munching away on it.

Behind us a lady was innocently making her way to purchase a bottle of Lysol or something when Little suddenly proclaimed, “Lady no eat my candy.”  I responded with, “No, sweetie, the lady doesn’t need your candy.”  To which Little says, “Lady have no teeth.”

Um, yeah, I’m pretty sure the lady did have teeth (although I didn’t look back to check), but we are always telling Little that Boo can’t eat (goldfish, bananas, candy, fill in the blank) because he doesn’t have teeth.  Apparently this extends to anyone and everyone who doesn’t need/want her food.

And then on Friday…I had the kids at the doctor’s office for well-baby checkups.  As we entertained ourselves with Teletubbies on the TV in the waiting room, a little boy came in wearing SpongeBob shorts.  Little looked at him and promptly proclaimed, “Little boy have fruit snacks on his pockets.”

She’s never been exposed to SpongeBob except via fruit snacks that she shares with her friend D, so I guess it was a logical conclusion for a 2 year old, but it took some effort for me to contain my laughter.

Maybe we should ger her out more…or less.