Cool it.

Tonight, my FIL & SIL ate supper with us. (We had breakfast for dinner, because I know you're wondering.)

LM did not nap today (don't think I didn't put her down, I most certainly did, but she wanted no part of that and she just never went to sleep) so she was really really tired by 6:30 (which was also about 45 mins later than we normally eat). SIL (otherwise known as Choo-choo, which is a seperate blog post all together) and I were sitting with her encouraging her to finish up her pancakes and fruit. She had been very fussy all during supper, and I finally figured out that she really just wanted some more scrambled eggs.

I put some more on her plate, and she gave me a thumbs up and said, "Cool." At least I think that's what happened, while Choo-choo and I were trying to figure out if that's what she really actually said, Choo-choo started playing their new special game.

[LM picks up an object- in this case her pacifier. Choo-choo says, "That's my paci." LM says, "No, MY 'fier." Choo-choo says, "No, it's my paci." LM: "MY 'fier." And so it continues. On and on and on.]

So Choo-choo says, "Hey, LM, that's my paci."

And LM says...

"NOT Cool."

At least I think that's what she said.