More talks with Taylor...

So, here's this week's highlights on the funny things she's said...

A few days ago Taylor was having a tough time listening to us.

J: Taylor, you need to listen to Mommy and Daddy. Do you understand? Taylor needs to listen to Mommy and Daddy.
T: (Making a very cute face in an attempt to win over Daddy)
J: Don't try to be cute. You need to listen to Mommy and Daddy.
T: I'm cute, Daddy! I'm cute!

Yesterday John's dad was here.
Taylor asked John: "I wanna go swimming, Daddy"
John: "Not right now, honey. Maybe later, after Grandpa goes home."
Taylor: Looks at Grandpa and says, "Go Home, Grandpa."

This morning as I was getting her dressed for preschool:

D:We have to get you dressed for preschool.
T: I wanna take my baby, Mommy.
D: No, honey. We leave your baby, here. Do you have baby dolls at preschool?
T: Yeah.
D: Yeah? Do you play with dolls at preschool?
T: Yeah, with Chloe.
D: Really? You play with the dolls with Chloe?"
T: Yeah.
D: Well, that's nice to hear because whenever I see you with Chloe, you guys are fighting.
T: Chloe hit me.
D: (This is not the first time she's told me that)"She did? Did Chloe get in trouble?"
T: Yeah, Chloe go in time out.
D: Yeah, Does Taylor ever go in time out at preschool?
T: Yeah.

I don't think so. I think your teachers would tell me. (her teachers say she's a complete angel at preschool. Of course...she saves her tricks for us. Ironically, she and Chloe were playing with dolls when I picked her up today.

So tonight, was filled with great conversations as well.

T: I play with Chloe, Mommy.
D: Yeah? With the dolls?
T: Yeah. And in the sandbox, Mommy. Taylor eat sand.
D: What? You ate the sand?
T: Yeah.
D: Taylor. You didn't really eat the sand, did you?
T: Yeah, Mommy. (She then opens her mouth and points inside indicating that she ate the sand).
D: Taylor, honey, we don't eat sand. Did anyone else eat the sand?
T:Um...yeah.
D: Who ate the sand first?
T: Um, I don't know. Gracie.
D: Gracie? Well, I hope there wasn't any peanuts in that sand because Gracie's allergic to peanuts. What's Taylor allergic to?
T: um...peanuts.
D:No, (at least we don't think so, but we avoid them b/c I think she's allergic to tree nuts) Taylor's allergic to Cow's Milk. So, what's Taylor allergic to?
T: Cow's Milk.
D: Good girl! And what kind of milk does Taylor drink?
T: Rice Milk.

We're working on educating her more about her allergies and specifically her dairy allergy because I want her to understand she can't eat food from just anyone. And I want her to learn to tell people she's allergic to milk.

So at another point this evening John made some smart a** comment and I jokingly smacked him. Taylor was right there, and here's how things went from there...

T: Mommy, don't hit, Daddy.
D: (Hugging John) Oh I'm sorry Daddy. I shouldn't have hit you.
J: It's OK, Mommy.
T: No, Mommy don't hit Daddy! Go in time out, Mommy!
J: It's OK, Taylor.
T: No, go in time out, Mommy.
D: OK, Daddy will change you and Mommy will go in time out.
J: Make sure you set the timer...
D: (I left the room, went to the kitchen, set the timer for 1 min, and sat in the corner in the time out chair)
J&T come into the kitchen.
J: You only set the timer for 1 minute, you shmuck. (we set it for 2 minutes for T)
T: Are you in time out, Mommy? Mommy, don't cry. Be quiet, Mommy. You're in time out. No screaming, Mommy.
J: Taylor, Mommy is being quiet, just like she's supposed to be. You leave her alone until her time out is over.
When the timer beeped, I was allowed to come out of time out.

We're definitely learning that she's a little sponge, watching our every move. Ah well, at least I paid the consequence.