Out of Character

And already I have ANOTHER funny statement from Addie to share! (well, at least it cracked us up) We went to the grocery store yesterday, and to a store we haven't been to before. So when the checker said hi to Addie, she didn't know that this isn't the friendly kid. Usually when the checker says hi, Addie very quietly says hi back, and only because it's a rule at our house that you respond politely to adults. So imagine our shock when Addie responded to this woman, "Hi!" The checker then asked the obligatory, "How old are you?" and we were surprised to hear "Two and a half." (She knows she's two, but I've never heard her say "and a half"!) The conversation continued with, "what's your name?" and Addie knew that one- "Adelyn Grace Spang-a-ler" she answered proudly. The checker finally asked, "are you in prechool or anything?" and Addie looked at the woman with this funny look, as if to say, don't you know this? and said "No.... I'm in the grocery store." Duh lady. It just made us chuckle.

I am realizing that this blog is not the most honest representation of our dear daughter. After reading about a funny incident with my friend's Melissa's daughter having a public meltdown, I realized that only the good and funny parts of Addie are being shared here, so in all fairness, let me tell you that yesterday when Addie was playing in Grant's room, I had to intervene SEVERAL times because Addie was yelling "No No NO" at him. This is a popular phrase with Addie. She and Grant have become almost officially brother and sister, becuase she will react SO big over him touching her, and he, being a boy, can almost not resist doing it again just to get the reaction. Most play times together now involve the joint discussion of "We don't need to holler about being touched" and "let's not touch her then if she doesn't like it." Yes, she's prissy, I'm afraid. We have also begun to reach the phase of "mine," and though we're trying to explain that everything actually belongs to God, the two-year-old mind has not quite latched on to this thinking. That's OK, my 30-year-old mind hasn't quite got it either.