March 28, 2006
Tara-isms Part III
We were driving home from pre-school the other day and Tara kept saying, "Mom! Mom! Mommy!! Mom!"
I said, exasperated: "Yes, Ma'am!"
I saw her little face in the rear-view mirror, her eyes almost disappeared as she scowled at me, thinking over my response.
"I'm NOT Sam. I'm Tara!"
Last night, John told her to eat her food or she will be in trouble (She loves to dilly-dally at dinner). She got mad, pointed her finger. She said, "Don't talking me, Daddy! Don't talking me like that! Bad bad bad!"
Tara and I walked in the front door and there was a pile of coats jammed onto the stair railing, I let out a big sigh as one tumbled to the floor. Tara, still in her coat, marched upstairs mumbling about how she was going to talk to "John" and I could hear her hollering at him about the coats. But he couldn't quite figure out what she was saying. I stood at the bottom of the stairs, grinning. It's hard not to smile in the presence of so much determination.
She blames everything on her brother Austin or the cat, including but not limited to: who ate the candy (Austin); who let the cat outside (Austin); who spilled the orange juice (cat); who left these pink shoes in the hallway (cat); who left the water running (cat). A pretty talented cat, wouldn't you say?
Posted by Laura at March 28, 2006 05:02 PMPosted to Tara's Story
Look out. I thought Marika was headstrong.
And I always told you that cat had potential!
Hi Laura & family: I was rereading some parts, including the look back at a year ago when you got Tara. What a wonderful tale, especially "gotcha" day. Incredible. I love reading the updates and all the amazing things this girl has to say! Love, Tina
Posted by: Tina Lam at March 30, 2006 03:01 PMTina has is right, the "look back" makes me feel so sentimental.
Pretty smart cat.
My cat Misha makes dirty dishes, loses the scissors , and puts back into the refrigerator an empty carton of milk.