S: “V, you really should go potty so you don’t have an accident.”
V: “In a second, OK?”
We’re raising a two-and-a-half-year-old teenager.
(Holding her Spider-Man doll) “Spider-Man has baby bad guys in his tummy.”
That’s what we get for letting her watch me play Spider-Man while also expecting her baby brother.
V: “Elsa doesn’t wear tights.”
M: “The cold doesn’t bother her anyway.”
V: …
M: “She has ice powers so she doesn’t need tights.”
V: “But how will I have ice powers if I wear tights?”
“No, you don’t need a blanket! You have long sleeves!”
M: “V, don’t squish the noodle with your foot.”
V: “I’m trying to pick it up with my toes.”