1. Me, playing with the puppy:
"Hey little man! Where are your balls? Get your balls!"
2. Hannah playing with the puppy:
"Oh, how sweet! He's hugging my leg! And dancing!"
No, Hannah. He's neither hugging nor dancing.
3. Charlotte in the theater at Hannah's school performance. Every time the lights were dimmed, she shouted:
The inappropriate part was that, the first time she yelled it was after the first act. The lead dancer, one of the most talented kids in the K-2 program, also happens to be African American. Fortunately, speech therapy continues.
4. Hannah, after climbing onto my lap:
"What do you have in your pants?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"What do you have in your pants that's crunchy?"
uh . . .
"Oh! No! That's a (dog) poop bag in my sweatshirt pocket!"
Yes. I leave you for a week, and this is what you come back to.