Addie walked into the kitchen while I was making breakfast this morning, adorned in her Piglet outfit, which now serves as very cozy jammies, and asked, "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"
It's pretty weird hearing all of these grown-up phrases coming out of my toddler's mouth. I mean, she's a little young for hot flashes, right? I know she probably doesn't know what these things mean, that she's just parroting what she hears at school or from us or from her dress-me-up Elmo doll (a Christmas present from her Nana Debbie and Grandpa Bill). But it's still a little jarring.
We were in the car on the way to preschool yesterday, and Addie was asking me what rhymes with tall (this is in line with her new fascination with rhyming everything). We went through a list of words--ball, call, small--her nodding after each one. I finally came to the word "pall."
"Mommy!" she said, in that exasperated voice that I thought I wouldn't hear until she was a teenager, "Paul is a Beatle. And so is John. John works with Daddy."
As do Ringo and George, apparently.
Anyway, Addie is up in her room now for quiet time, singing softly to herself, and every now and then punctuating one of her songs with a very loud, very expressive "ROCK ON! ROCK ON!"
Someone has been spending a lot of time with her daddy lately.