Cinnamon & Tacos

A couple of cute stories from my brilliant little bean...

STORY #1

The other night I picked Helena up and I missed her so much. I let her sleep in my room with me that night. She was so happy and bouncy, banging me in the head with hers quite a few times. We laughed and sang some songs together. When it was time to calm down and go to sleep, I squeezed her and told her "Goodnight, sugar."

She replied, "SUGAR?!?!"

"I'm sorry... Goodnight, Cinnamon."

"Cinnamon?!?!"

"Oh, do you want to be called Paprika? Or Oregano? Tarragon?" (yes, I listed every spice I knew)

She decided she'd like to be called Cinnamon. So, I told her "Goodnight, Cinnamon."

In less than a second, her demeanor completely changed and she turned to me and said, "But Mom... Helena is such a beautiful name. Why do you wanna change it???"

Wow.


STORY #2

The other night we had tacos for dinner. Helena threw a fit about it because apparently she thinks she doesn't like tacos. (Which she does.)

So, I held the taco like a puppet and made it say "Well, I don't like YOU, Helena."

She said so emphatically, "Well, I don't like YOU, you dumbyass!"

Adria and I looked at each other and did our best to not laugh. Adria asked Helena what she said. And Helena responded, "I wasn't calling Mommy a dumbyass. I was calling the taco a dumbyass because he said he didn't like me."

How can I argue with that? I would've done the same thing. I hate dumbyass tacos. :)