I noticed this weekend that Reid calls herself “Reid-ey” (like Reid Elizabeth with an emphasis on the “e” or like Casey? Who knows?) Anyway, I wanted her to help me bake a cake and Ken needed to do something * without* her help and so I said “Who will dump the flour into the bowl?” To which she replied, “Reid-ey” and we went down the list of things that needed to be done that “Reid-ey” would do.
Last night at supper Reid was standing on a chair, facing backwards and touching stuff on the china cabinet. All of those things are against the rules, as she well knows and so I leaned across the table and said sternly, using my best mommy evil-eye to reinforce the point, “Sit down or get down”. Reid complied, for a while, and Ken laughed to himslef and said that we were in trouble when Reid realized that my evil eye wasn’t actually scary. After a bit, she stood up again and I repeated my “Sit down or get down” instruction. Not moving at all, Reid started singing a little song to herself consisting of “Sit down or get down” over and over. Maybe she has figured out my evil eye isn’t scary. This is the first time either Ken or I have heard her make up a song. (And, yes, I did get up and make her get down.)