Conversations with a 25-month old

I was bent over and rinsing my mouth at the sink. She, ever lurking behind me, was wondering what I was doing. 

N: Mama!!

Me: Yes?

N: Why are you eating the water? 

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I opened her wardrobe and she saw her school uniform. 

N: Mama! Uniform. Wear.

Me: No darling. It's time for bed. You can wear your uniform next Monday when you go to school. Anyway, you're already dressed in pyjamas. 

N: Noooo.

N: I am wearing clothes, not pyjamas. Clothes and pants. 

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She watches me breastfeed the baby sometimes. And she understands the concept of "drinking milk from Mama's boo-boo". Boo-boo is her word for breast. One night before bed...

Me: It's time for bed. Do you want milk?

N: Yes.

Me: Ok, you lie here and wait for Mama. I'll go make your milk.

N: I want to drink milk from Dada's boo-boo.

Me: @_@"