December 9, 1985 (two-and-a-half)
I just have to write this. Last night, in your prayers, you said, “Dear God, I have a boo boo, a sore back, and a red toe. Bless Daddy, ‘cause he don’t feel good. Bless Mommy, ‘cause she don’t feel good either.” Sounds pretty depressing, huh? After you were in the bed, you kept talking to yourself and you said, “I’m angry, aggravated, mean. Humbug!” Dad and I had to cover our heads to keep you from hearing us laugh.
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Those are some big words for a 2.5 year-old!
Why you were talking about yourself that way, I just don’t know. But I’d be really interested to know how you picked up “humbug!”
Ha, yes I do wonder where I picked up “humbug.” Perhaps I’d seen a Christmas movie, though it seems a little early in December for that. I don’t recall my parents using that word regularly, but you never know…
You as a little, precocious kid, so sweet!