Ukraine Adoption

Whose fault?!

So we're driving away from Tara's pre-school the other day and she asks me for candy. I tell her I have an apple for her. She always gets a snack for the ride home. She says no, she wants candy. She says this 15 times. I tell her that she won't get candy if she is yelling at me to give it to her. She starts to cry, actual tears. Now I'm in a jam, trying to keep my eyes on the road, but hating that the little sweetie is so upset. I can't give in now, then she will think that she only has to make a fuss to get a treat. Bad message!

So a few blocks later she blurts out, "It's all your fault, Mommy! It's all your fault!" This she says 15 times. Her unhappiness is my fault? I guess that's what she means.

OK, that's a new phrase. Where did she learn that one?! From us? Her friends at school? Her brother? A movie? It's not something we really say.

She is picking up so many new words and phrases and expressions. It's amazing, exciting, funny and sometimes embarrassing. She is such a sponge.

This morning she dropped something and said, "dang it!" Oops, that one's from me.