A dinner conversation with my three year old, the lovely and talented Miss Boo. Sometimes she's a typical three year old and sometimes she's such a teenager it's scary. And yes, she really does talk like that. I'm quoting exactly from our conversation. I'm keeping a notebook on the table at all times just for these situations. I want to remember encounters like this for years to come!
Boo: Mama, is Juna used to us yet?
Me: Hmm.. we're pretty weird, so she'll probably never be used to us. Why do you ask?
Boo: You know her original birth place was China.
Me: (Laughing) Why yes, it was Boo! Remember, Daddy and I went to China to bring her home?
Boo: She was an orphan in an orphanage.
Me: A nice lady found her and brought her to the orphanage.
Boo: No, the POLICE took her to the orphanage!
Me: Actually, you are right. A lady found her and called the police and the police took her to the orphanage.
Boo: Sometimes you don't get your stories straight.
Me: (More laughing) So true. I'm old! Give me a break.
Boo: No, give ME a break. I'm pretty frustrated.
Me: Oh here we go! Why are you frustrated?
Boo: How come we never speak Chinese any more? We used to say Ni Hao all the time and now we never say it anymore.
Me: That's true, we should speak more Chinese, but I don't know much Chinese. I'm sorry Boo.
Boo: I'm really sad you don't teach me any Chinese. Maybe you can work on that.
Me: Ok, Boo. I'll get to work on that right away.
I find it amusing that my three year old is busting my chops because I'm not teaching her Chinese.
This morning I attempted to get Boo ready for school. She kept slamming an imaginary door in my face. She'd make a slamming motion, then say, "I can't hear you! I'm behind this closed door now!"
Never a boring moment with the Boo.