October 24, 2009

I was standing in between the girls in the kitchen today, Michaela on my left, Eliana on my right standing in a little chair.  Michaela moved from my side and went over to the kitchen door and as she passed behind she said,"Don't step left."  I imagined she was talking to Eliana, because if Eliana were to step left she would fall off the chair.  I thought it was sweet.

I turned to throw something away behind me, and Michaela said,"I said,'Don't step left!'"  I said,"Oh.  I thought you were talking to Eliana."  Michaela began sweeping up something that she had spilled (hence the,"Don't step left.").  She said,"She doesn't even know what left is," in the dryest, are-you-really-saying-that voice. 

Of course she doesn't...she is two.  And I am a thirty-five year old doofus.