When the waitress enthusiastically complimented Berry's Autumn Girl outfit for the second time, my spiel about how my sister sent it from South Africa was interrupted by little thunderbrows glowering, "No, yady! No touch! My dress! Go 'way, yady, my dress!".
She would not be shushed until the "yady" did, in fact, go away. It was all very appalling.
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Isn't she cute..I tell you, you never know what they will say..
ReplyDeleteso cute, and smart too, if I had a dress as nice as that I wouldnt want folk touching it
ReplyDeleteha HA! That is too funny. I am completely hooked on your blog, by the way. Had me laughing so hard yesterday as I was getting all caught up on your life! :) Keep it up... please!
ReplyDeletegood for her! standing up for herself! She didn't want that stranger yady touching her!!
ReplyDeleteYay!
It's amazing how kids interpret what we teach them....
ReplyDeleteStill debating if I even want that responsibility... raising kids I mean! You parents amaze me!
Oh, sounds just like my son at that age...wait at THIS age too but it's not quite as cute at four as it is at two. :)
ReplyDeleteHaha, the poor yady!
ReplyDeleteWell at that age a compliment naturally means - I like your pretty dress and I am going to take it from you! Because if a 2 year old likes something themselves - THEY want to take it! It all makes sense if you think like they do!
ReplyDeleteBetteJo... that actually makes a scary kind of sense. Now I can see why she shouts "No! MY hair!" when people ooh and aah over her curls...
ReplyDeleteThe mind of a two-year-old is a funny place.
lol
ReplyDeletedon't we all wish we could be so honest with our comment sto others?
I love this. Sometimes I wish I had the boldness of a toddler. They really know how to express themselves!
ReplyDeleteAnna
That's adorable! Like Berry herself.
ReplyDeleteIt reminded me of a time many years ago when a co-worker brought her little boy to work. Oh, man, he was just way too cute, and we were all making a huge fuss over him.
He went to stand behind his mom's leg and wrapped his arms around it, with his little brows drawn together and an absolutely thunderous look on his face and told us, over and over, "Leave me alone. Le-e-e-ave m-e-e-e alo-o-o-ne!"
Sorry, didn't mean to write you a whole book!
Anitra
PS Great blog!
That's so funny!!!!
ReplyDeleteI remember my son at that age, having a hat everyone loved. He'd get so ticked off when people talked about it. I finally figured out that he was afraid they'd take it froom him! It's hard to be a two year old. So stressful and all......