My Little Goat
Belle March 29th, 2006My Mom: Belle mandi (bathe)
Belle: Annabelle not ok (yesterday I told her that she’s having fever so she cannot bathe)
My Mom: Not ok, drink medicine.
Belle: Annabelle ok already (ran away from my mom)
Me: You don’t want to bathe, cannot go shopping.
Belle: Walk to the bathroom and went into the bathtub.
Me: Wash her hair.
Belle: You don’t scratch my head.
Me: Mommy not scratching, Mommy is rubbing.
Belle: You don’t rub my hair.
Me: Decided not to respond to her. It will be never ending with all her don’ts!
Belle: Mommy!
Me: Annabelle!
Belle: You don’t call “Annabelleâ€
Me: You don’t call “Mommyâ€
Belle: Mama! (my mom was there too!)
Stumble it!
March 29th, 2006 at 4:13 pm
whoa! vomit blood lor if she continue talking like this for the next 20 years… LOL!
March 29th, 2006 at 4:34 pm
small small already talk like that to mummy har, later mummy beat u baru tahu! hehehe…
March 29th, 2006 at 4:49 pm
Wow! War of words at this age.
March 30th, 2006 at 2:25 am
Hehehe!! so smart ah..!!
March 30th, 2006 at 9:33 am
i think there’s some lawyer blood in her (pointing finger to the daddy)!
sometimes, i’m lost of words when arguing with her and she’s only 2 plus!
really can vomit blood! hehe.