Emma was freaking out the old ladies at the mall yesterday, and some of the other people too.
One lady looked at her and said, “They’re so cute when they are walking that young.” I didn’t have the heart to say she *was* two after all.
We were in a long line at the dollar store. They were out of carts. I was holding Emma and the assorted things I was buying her. Educational things! Except for that pony… Anyway, I had in one hand, held just so she could see it perfect, a wooden puzzle of the alphabet. To bide our time, I asked her if she could find letters she knows. She was naming out letters and colors, and the lady in front of me, watching with her eyes bugging out, tentativley asked how old she was. I’m gonna make Emma a sign, I swear. When I told her she was two, the lady dropped her jaw, shook her head, and said my she sure was smart, wasn’t she.
Yep, she is! :biggrin
And it is our family “thing” to not give her a complex by saying “good girl!” We say smart girl instead. Because she deserves to know she is smart.
The lady behind us also commented, and I said we worked with her lots at home.
DUH! What else am I gonna do all day with her? :smile But I was polite.
Friday, January 31, 2003 in I Forgot To Pick A Category
Smart Baby!
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And my friend Genevieve just rolls her eyes because her not-quite 18 month old BOY hardly says anything, and people are like, Shouldn’t he be using words instead of pointing and whining??? They think he’s 2&1/2 cause he’s so tall.
i forgot to mention the lady who asked if Emma was a boy. Maybe she should wear a t-shirt with all this info when we go somewhere. :lol