Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Tillie Talks

Tonight at dinner, Tillie got quiet and was contemplating something. She looks up and asks:
"First you eat the food, then you poop it out, and then you puke.That's how it works right?"
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"Daddy, are you the boss?"
"Yes"
"Ok, but I'm the boss of Bea"
"No you aren't."
"Yes, I am."
"Tillie, what does it mean to be the boss?"
"You get to tell people to stand in line and listen to the rules."

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"I won't bite Clifford." (after being asked why she bit Bea...although to be fair Bea DID put her hands in Tillie's mouth).

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In the ultimate display of Matilda's well-timed jabs this conversation happened just after Nate got a new bike (his was stolen...again):

"Daddy is super excited to show you his new bike. Do you want to see it?"
Tillie quiet--thinks on it.
"Yes"
(a few more seconds)
"Did you get a new ring too daddy?"

Seriously, you cannot make this stuff up. First of all we NEVER talk about Nate not having a ring because I don't really care, and it isn't a big deal for us. But I love that she has filed it away and is keeping him honest on priorities.....

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Walking into the bonus room, Tillie is standing on the couch. I say to her "Tillie on your booty, no standing on the couch"

And she yells:

"Stay away Mama!"

Just as I was about to launch into a 'that is not how you talk to your mama' speech, Nate pops up from behind the couch (he was hiding) and says: She is pretending to be Elsa and doesn't want to freeze you.....

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

SO, so glad Matilda did not freeze you!
These learning tidbits are so fun to hear. Love, Mom

Anonymous said...

Good stuff this speaking thing. Nate I just looked at a gizzmoppy called the Bike Spike. GPS tracking device. Of course I think more of a barbed spring loaded spear that on the owners command is thrust vertically from the seat post into the bowels of the bike jacker....rectum - dam near killed em....
Uncle Todd