Libby really likes hopscotch. Her favorite part is seeing how many squares she can jump over in one hop. Yesterday, she was trying to see how many of the floor tiles she could jump over at one time. As always,
her annoying little sister Emma Jane wanted in on the jumping fun.
The more Libby tried to keep Emma Jane from playing, the more Emma Jane shrieked. I was doing an excellent job of
ignoring them letting them practicing their problem solving skills, when Emma Jane finally gave up and asked me to intervene.
Emma Jane: "Mom-my! Yibby's not yetting me jump!"
Me (without even looking up from my book): "Emma Jane, just go around her and jump anyways...Libby can't stop you."
Emma Jane: "But mommy, Yibby is bein' a bidge."
That got me to look up!
Me: "I'm sorry. What did you just say?!"
Emma Jane: "She is bein' a bidge."
I am pretty sure I sat there with my mouth hanging open for a minute or two, trying to process what had just come out of my three-year-old's mouth because seriously people, it sounded like she said witch (but not witch) as clear as day!
As I am trying to figure out just where in the heck she even heard that word, Libby pipes up and says, "I am being a gate!"
I look over at Libby and she is standing with her arms out and her legs spread-eagle, blocking the way. I looked back at Emma Jane and said, "Emma Jane, is Libby being a bridge?
Emma Jane: "YES! She is bein'.a.BIDGE!!"
Oh thank goodness!