Bailey is goofy

She takes after her papa j, poor kid!  I’m convinced that genes–including the ones we don’t think about so much, like a sense of humor, are incredibly strong.

This is a conversation Bailey and i had a couple weeks ago when she was staying with us.  Keep in mind that she’s the baby of the family and still doesn’t say all of her words plainly.

I guess i should tell you that i’ve "color coded" the dogs– Tickles wears a pink bandanna (because all princesses should wear pink!) and Doodle has a green one.  So, to  Bailey, even tho she knows their names, they are "the pink one" and "the green one" most of the time.

I asked her what she thought of the "girl’s" bandanna colors.  She propped herself on the bed, and with a serious face, said, "Well, i think Tickles should weaw pink and Doodle…should weaw pink, too.  Then you could say, ‘Come heaw, two Tickles."  Then she laughed at her own joke.  *shaking my head*

Earlier that evening, we’d had a talk while i was brushing her "lellow" hair.  She saw a picture of her papa in his wedding suit.

"That’s Papa when he got mawwied."

"Uh-huh."

"Why did Papa mawwy you?"

"Because he loves me."

"Why did you mawwy Papa?"

"Because i love him."

There was a brief pause while she absorbed that, then asked, "Do you wub him awot?".

Jeeeeeese…nobody warned me i’d have to explain this to a four year old…who’s going on twenty…

I miss that goofy kid!!