The things she says

She listens, and repeats. This shouldn't be something that is amazing as most two year olds have this capability, but it is in the way that she responds that is interesting. Yesterday, at dinner, I said to Lauren, "I want to win the lottery" and she said, "Me too!"...and then Tahlia leaned forward and looked at me and said, "Me too, Daddy!".

Then last night, she states that it is funny that she is wearing diapers. She is fully potty trained and only wearing pull ups at night, and they have Dora on them. There are several humorous aspects to her wearing pullups. The first is that she hasn't wet herself at night in over two months. She has wet herself more during the day than she has at night since she became potty trained. The second is that we have never called these diapers diapers. We always call them her nighttime panties. Panties is a stretch when discussing these pullups. Panties gives the illusion of petite and slimming. These are, at the end of the day, diapers. Last, although Tahlia can tell you that Dora is on her pants, she has no idea who Dora is. She has never seen her on television, but, then again, nor has she seen much of anything on television as she doesn't watch any. But last night, she states that it is "silly" that she wears diapers at night. It is silly. I told her that they are night time panties, and she bought it a little. Then she starts saying, "Some people wear panties." This is true. I have no argument. She lists off her mom and the big girl she admires down the street. I, of course, make the list. Then, to the chagrin of some of my male neighbors, she begins listing off some of them. The idea of wearing panties evolves, in her listing, into how "Some people go poopy on the potty." She begins another crusade into the various people in our neighborhood, all who are most assuredly pleased that hey have made this list. She winds up with two of her closest friends, stating that they go poopy in the potty. Neither of them do quite yet. I don't correct her. I don't want to create confusion. At this age, positive peer pressure is so important. Doing similar things that your peers are doing, only boosts confidence, strokes the ego, and, sometimes, helps you to allow your child to climb a little more quickly into her high chair because, most definitely, all of her friends are eating dinner at this very second too.

And her listening is not just about what she can and can't say back to us. It is about how her memory works. We tell her a different story each night. Different is, of course, relative. Her stories are as different as the many CSI shows are that are currently on television. Although they are in different locations, and the cast members look different, they are, pretty much, the same show. In as much, her stories are different. But what is wonderful is when we are sitting on the couch, or playing with her on the bed, or driving in the car, and suddenly, one of the stories erupts from her mouth like a sudden melodrama blasted across the airwaves. Even though she may miss the high points -- such as the understanding that when we tell the story about the lost bouncy ball, after the red bird is mistaken for the bouncy ball, the children find the ball carried in the mouth of the black dog, while in her story, the children find the red bird carried in the mouth of the black dog while the bouncy ball is all but a lost detail -- the vivid language she uses to elaborate on the barbaric plot is astounding.

And she listens. Last week when we heard a windchime, she wanted to know what the "dom dom dom" was. When she hears a bird call, she does not do the typical "tweet tweet" but pouts her little mouth and makes a hissing sound as she attempts to whistle, or when I'm putting her to bed and she suddenly asks about Mommy and the beep beep beep of the computer, which is actually Lauren making cupcakes which the next day Tahlia will mistake for muffins and stick her little index finger into the chocolate coated top stating that "I want that" not understanding it is not a morning muffin to anyone except me. These sounds around her, she hears and interprets.