Me: "what does your letter say?"
O: "it says (and points to her name) I A"
Me: "No, that says O L"
O: "No, it says I"
Me: "No, that's an O"
O: "nuh uh. That's an I"
Me: "which one of us can read?"
O: "What?"
Me: "which one of us can read? Can you read or can I read?"
O: "You can. You can read"
Me: "Okay, so I'm telling you, because I can read, that says O."
When we were putting the presents from D & I under the tree, my nephew B saw one labeled to Daddy. He got very excited about his Daddy's present.
Me: "no, that's not Daddy's. Who is my daddy?"
B: "ummm. D?"
Me: "No, who is my daddy?"
B: "D!"
Me: "My Daddy?"
B: "I haven't met your daddy yet."
Insert hysterical laughter.
Me: "Papo. B, Papo is my daddy."
B: "Oh yeah! I forgot!"
Then, as we were unwrapping gifts, I glanced over at my brother in time to see him opening the book I bought my dad. The very present that led to the above conversation.
Me: "Oh, um, that's not yours"
T: "What?"
Me: "I must have put...oh...I put To Daddy on it. You should have gotten a card"
T: "seriously? Oh man. Well...thanks for the card."
