So we’re making dinner the other night and Claire is sitting on the counter playing with some spoons and chattering away when all of a sudden she says “Hey, whes Johnnie go?” [translation: Hey, where did Johnnie go?]
At which point I am rather confused. We don’t know any Johnnies…or Johns for that matter. So I reply “Johnnie? Who’s Johnnie sweetie?” And apparently that wasn’t the correct response so Claire repeats her [totally reasonable and obvious question] “Johnnie! Whes Johnnie go!?!”
Well, I’ll spare you the next few minutes of back and forth questions (this is a story about a two-year old, after all, so those questions get rather repetitive, rather quickly) but finally I struck upon inspiration: “Claire, where was Johnnie?”
Triumphantly Claire points at the refrigerator and declares “In da fwidge!”
Oh. Of course.
I open the fridge and Claire shrieks “OH! Dere he is!!”
I didn’t jump straight up in the air – I might have startled a little, but I didn’t scream or anything ridiculous like that.
As my heart rate returned to normal I ask “He’s in the fridge?”
“Yeah! Right dere!”
So I hold her up to show me Johnnie. And she points behind the cheese, past the sour cream, to the SALAMI.
Oh. Of course!
Salami.
Silly Mommy.
Awwww. That is a very cute story : ) just as sweet as can be. I so miss having a little person in the house.
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