Category Archives: TD2

Things TD2 says

T-Talks: Fires and Zombies and Death

We were having dinner as a family a few nights ago when random comments and jokes turned into an impromptu emergency prep talk. One of the TDs made a comment about waking up and mommy and daddy not being here which led me to ask what would they do if they woke up and me and T-Daddy were gone. Their answers led T-Daddy to talk them through different scenarios including waking up to an empty house, tornadoes and fires.
 
We were in the middle of this conversation when TD2 burst out in tears.
TD2: I’m scared.
T-Mommy: What are you scared of?
TD2: I don’t want to die!
T-Mommy: Why do you think you’re going to die?
TD2: Because these all sound like bad things that I’m going to die.
 
This led to a convo about how having these types of convos can actually save our lives. And LOTS of cuddles and hugs and kisses. I promised her I’d lie down with her and as we were climbing into bed, she grabbed her customized stencil with her name on it.
TD2: I’m going to sleep with this because Anna* gave it to me and I don’t want it to burn up in case there’s a fire.
 
Because fires are scary, I got to snuggle with this cute little face.
The next day:
We were looking at T-Daddy’s toenail when TD2 walks in. He stubbed his toe months ago playing basketball and has just been waiting for his toenail to fall off.
TD2: What are you doing?
T-Daddy: Mommy’s going to try to take my toenail off.
TD2: Why? What’s wrong with it?
T-Daddy: It’s a zombie toenail.
TD2: *in tears* Noooo. I don’t want it to be a zombie toenail. I don’t want to be eaten.
 
*Name changed to protect the innocent. Plus who doesn’t love a Disney princess name!

T-Talks: Got Hurt

A few days ago, TD2 got hurt at school. I was working in the office when her teacher brought her to me to console her. He told me what happened and I showered her with lots of Mommy love and a bandaid. We took some deep breaths to calm down and I walked her back to her class. A short while later, she came back with a picture.

T-Mommy: What’s this a picture of?
TD2: What happened when I got hurt.
T-Mommy: What happened sweetie?
TD2: I was walking on this and I fell.
T-Mommy: And this is you after you fell?
TD2: *nods*
T-Mommy: Who is this?
TD2: Mr. Banana

*Mr. Banana is her nickname for her teacher.

T-Talks: Hopes

Helping TD2 rehearse for her school’s holiday program:
T-Mommy: [TD2] What are your hopes for the New Year?
TD2: I hope for a cat, a dog and a baby.
T-Mommy: A cat, a dog and a baby?
TD2: Yeah because they’re all soo0o0o0o cute and I just love them and want them all the time.
T-Mommy: And um, where do you think you’re getting any of those from?
TD2: The store.
T-Mommy: So you can just buy a baby at the store?
TD2: Yup! Or we can just ask Santa.
T-Mommy: Ask Santa for a baby?
TD2: Yeah, he has a hundred and he lives at the North Pole. So all we have to do is just go to the North Pole and buy a baby and a cat and a dog.

T-Talks: Tummy Hurts

Either someone told TD2 that a tummy ache was her Get Out of Jail Free card, or she took it upon herself to decide that. Either way, every conversation in our house now sounds like:

T-TalksConvo 1:
T-Mommy/T-Daddy: Eat your food.
TD2: But Mommy/Daddy, my tummy hurt.

Convo 2:
T-Mommy/T-Daddy: Go to bed.
TD2: Mommy/Daddy, my tummy hurt.

Convo 3:
T-Mommy/T-Daddy: Clean your room.
TD2: But Mommy/Daddy, my tummy hurt.

When that doesn’t work, she just runs to us, rubs our face and ever so sweetly says, “I want you!”

-_-

T-Talks: No!!

T-Talks
Me: Do you want to go to sleep in your room?
TD2: No.
Me: Do you want to go to sleep with Mommy?
TD2: No.
Me: Well, those are your only options: either sleep in your room or sleep with me.TD2: Ummmmm no!

Sent her to her room where she laughed and played till not T-Daddy and I took turns yelling for her to lay down. At which point, she screamed the whole time, then cried “I want su Mommy!!!” But, true to her word, she did NOT go to sleep.