Elizabeth has been asking me for snacks all afternoon. Since we joined a produce co-op this week (and got our first delivery yesterday), I keep asking her if she’d like some fruit. She said yes, so I got her an apple. (She’s also already had some yogurt bites and a hot dog.)
But she kept asking me for fruit. “Mama, I need some FRUIT. I need some fruit!” So I asked if she’d like some strawberries or peaches. She answered “no, I need some fruit!” I told her that strawberries and peaches ARE fruit. She wrinkled up her forehead and kept asking for fruit.
Then I realized that she was asking for fruit snacks. She used to call them candies (which, let’s be frank, they are), but the other day, I called them fruit snacks in front of her and she started calling them fruit.
I told her that we don’t have any fruit snacks. So she told me that she’d type on my computer instead. So, I present a post by Elizabeth the Great:
b n jwomd doa lwi39034sjkp sel 929 sdfk
(B is for baby. N is for noodle. The rest was just her typing random keys.)