Abigail’s favorite word right now is “sure.” Given this, you’d think she’d be a lump of sugar, all candy canes and rainbows. Perhaps one could even surmise that she’s a “yes man” in a size 2T tutu.
Abigail, can you please make me a cup of your famous espresso? “Sure, Mama.”
Angelface, should we sing Annie songs now? “Sure, yes, Mama.”
Abigail, are you going to go swimming in the pool?
“NO, MAMA. NO SWIMMING. ABBY NOT.” If she doesn’t get her way, she takes to lying down, refusing to move, even if it’s on the stairs. Rock on child. Seriously, bring it. I was waiting for this. Test and push away on our boundaries. Just watch what happens.
Here’s what happens: Phil threatens her, asking if she needs a Time Out.
“Sure, Papa, a time out for Abby.” She then proceeded to walk to the naughty spot. Happily. As if she might throw an imaginary tea party in her own honor.
On Father’s Day, I was in the laundry room changing Lucas’s diaper. Phil was upstairs asleep. Unbeknownst to me, Abigail marched upstairs with Elmo, then climbed onto our bed, pulling the covers off Phil, only to reveal that he wasn’t just sleeping in. He was sleeping in… the nude. Upon realizing this, Abigail said, “Uh, oh. Papa needs a pamper.” Hopefully not for a few more Father’s Days. Abigail, are you going to get Papa a diaper for Father’s Day?