Yesterday morning my husband and I were in the kitchen doing our normal morning stuff. I suppose we were talking too loudly because from the top of the stairs (2 rooms and 1 floor away) we hear the following from Babe...
What's going on here you guys?
Can you stop talking so I can go to bed here?
(pause again...mind you we aren't talking because we are trying our hardest not to laugh at her)
Fe Fi Fo Fum, I smell a mommy girl that I can eat
(doubled over trying not to laugh audibly) (I normally say to her, Fe Fi Fo Fum, I smell a Baby girl and baby girls are yummy. I want to roast that baby girl and fill my tummy.)
AHHHH!!! NO KITTY
(Ranger might terrorize her a little bit)
(She then walks into the kitchen)
(rubbing her eyes) Can you guys quiet down so I can go back to sleep?
I can only imagine what the teenage years will bring if this is her thought process at a two year old.