As I was at the sink washing up the dishes this afternoon, Hubby was on our back patio with the Wee Ladies. I had just put some toys back in the toy chest. With my back to the action, I heard:
Spark Plug: Where's my horsey, Daddy?
Hubby: Your horsey?
Spark Plug: Yeah! My horsey!
Hubby: Hmmmm. Your horsey...
Not looking and assuming Hubby didn't know what he or Spark Plug was talking about because I am a mom and am fluent in toddlerese, I piped up without thinking twice:
DDM: It was right in here beside the toy chest. Her purple My Little Pony horsey was on the floor and I just threw it in the chest a second ago.
Hubby: No, that's not her horsey.
DDM: Oh? Well, what is her horsey?
Spark Plug: Horsey! My horsey! Neigh! Neigh!
Hubby: It's my 9 iron.
Of course it is. I should have known better. I may be fluent in the interpretation of the toddlerese language but I clearly have some difficulty understanding its meaning.
Just like when The Destroyer asks for a coffee, which really means "I want another hit of juice." Her drug is sugar; mine is caffeine.
All's I'm sayin's all.
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Labels: DDM, Hubby, Spark Plug, The Destroyer
