Cray Cray

Lovie is a talker. She always has been. I swear she said her first word (Kitty- or a form of it) at like six months, followed shortly thereafter by Da-da on Father's Day. Granted, I don't think she really meant daddy, but her timing was pretty badass.

But that's Lovie for you. She's pretty badass for an almost 3-year-old.

The other day when we were home and I was changing her pull-up (cuz she's not badass enough to have potty trained herself yet), she looked me in the eyes and said, "Mama you cray cray."

"Excuse me?" I said, trying not to erupt in laughter and wondering if my ears heard her correctly.

"You cray cray, mama," she said.

"I'm cray cray?"

She laughed. I laughed. Loudly. So much so I had to hold my stomach for a moment.

"Where did you hear that?" I asked her, knowing very well it came from school.

"Anthony tells Kaitlin she's cray cray." (Two her class/playmates at school.)

Again, I laughed.

"What did Kaitlin say to Anthony?"

"She says to Anthony 'I no cray cray!'"

"So now I'm cray cray?"

We both laughed loudly.

 

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