A conversation with a 2-year-old

Here's what it's like to talk to a 2-year-old. I use Andie because, for now, she's the more loquacious one of the two right now. Plus Allie's been screaming a lot. Like, a lot. For things such as wanting a cup of juice and me failing to solve how to make a faster-than-light warp jump on foot and therefore actually taking seconds to respond to her request. 

So, quite frankly, Andie deserves the publicity more than Allie right now.

Andie: "Whazzat?"

Me: "That's my shaving cream."

Andie: "Huh?"

Me: "I use it to shave."

Andie: "Shave?"

Me: "Yep. Shave my face."

Andie: "Like Mommy?"

Me: "Well, sorta like Mommy. Mommy shaves her legs."

Andie: "Mommy shaves her legs?"

Me: "Yep."

Andie: "Daddy shaves his legs?"

Me: "Um, no."

Andie: "Whazzat?"

Me: "I told you, that's my shaving cream on my face."

Andie: "Shave?"

Me: "Yes"

Andie: "Legs?"

Me: "No. Face."

Andie: "Mommy?"

Me: "She's downstairs."

Andie: "Is that your shirt?"

Me: "Yep."

Andie: "Your shirt?"

Me: "Yes."

Andie: "Whazzat?"

Me: "What? This? This is my razor. I'm done with it now."

Andie: "Whazzat?"

Me: "I just told you. Razor."

Andie: "Razor?"

Me: "Oh yeah."

Andie: "See my shoes."

Me: "I do. They're cute."

Andie: "Cute?"

Me: "Yep."

Andie: "Cute?"

Andie: "Mommy?'

Me: "Yep."

Me: "She's downstairs."

Andie: "Your shirt?"

Me: "No, your shoes?"

Andie: "My shoes?"

Me: "Yep."

Andie: "My shoes?"

Me: "Yes."

Andie: "Brush! Brush!"

Me: "No, we've brushed your teeth already."

Andie: "Mommy?"

Me: "She's downstairs. Why don't you go find her?"