Deirdre also likes sitting on the potty, but she just doesn’t “get” it. It’s like “Sitting on the Potty is so much fun!!” but she has no clue that there might actually be a REASON for sitting on it. She likes picking out her clothes. She has very, very, very insistent one word sentences, which Mom says feels like Chinese water torture. Mostly it makes me laugh. The other day I was making bread. . .she wanted a piece of dough to chew on (which is totally gross to watch) so I said no. She said dough, I said no. She said dough, and I ignored her. “Dough, dough, dough” says Deirdre. I ignore her. “Doughdoughdoughdough!” Says Deirdre. So I retaliated.
“Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss—” But then I started laughing, and she didn’t, she kept right on “dough”-ing, so I gues she won that contest. (But she still didn’t get any dough.) Let’s just say that one track mind doesn’t even begin to describe Deirdre!