Aria goes to my in-laws house every Thursday, where she gets to spend time with her grandmother, aunt, grandfather, and two teen-aged cousins. It's awesome for her because she gets to, quite literally, be the center of the universe for between two and five people for the majority of a day. We like it because we don't have to pay for childcare on Thursdays. And I love that she's getting to spend so much time with our family who doesn't live in Portland.
I usually go pick her up after work. She never wants to leave, and my arrival is usually met with cries of, "No, mommy, go away!" At least I know she's having fun there. I'm often not able to pick her up until 8:30 or so, and am dead tired after a long day at work. But I still try to give her some time to show me anything new she's gotten, spend a little more time with her family, and play for a bit.
So a few weeks ago, she decided she wanted yogurt before we went home. Aria sat down at the little Aria-sized table they have for her, and her Mimi got her the yogurt and a spoon. Aria takes the spoon and holds it upright in front of her face.
"Hi, Spoon, I'm Face," she says, beginning a conversation with the spoon.
"Hi, Face, I'm Spoon," she continues, changing the pitch of her voice.
"I want some yogurt," she says in her Face voice.
"But I don't like yogurt," Spoon says. This goes on for about a minute more. Honestly, I didn't catch it all, I was laughing too hard. Then Aria puts the spoon in the yogurt and then in her mouth, and begins making muted screaming noises ("ahhhhhh"), apparently coming from the Spoon, who has not only been forced the have the offensive yogurt on it, but then was put into a small, dark, wet cave.
My daughter has an odd sense of humor. I think it took her grandmother and me the duration of the yogurt-eating to recover from this one.
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