yes, another blog post today. it's worth it.

The following conversation just happened with my 22 month old daughter:

Me:  Who is your best friend?
Natals:  Miss Debbie
Me:  Who is your second best friend?
Natals:  Gpa
Me:  Who is your third best friend?
Natals:  Gma
Me:  Who is your fourth best friend?
Natals:  Corn
Me:  Who is your fifth best friend?
Natals:  Max
Me:  Who is your sixth best friend?
Natals:  Stella
Me:  Who is your seventh best friend?
Natals:  Miss Ashley
Me:  Who is your eighth best friend?
Natals:  Hannah
Me:  Who is your ninth best friend?
Natals:  Gracie
Me:  Who is your tenth best friend?
Natals:  Corn

Figuring we'd covered all the friends we needed to, I asked her if she didn't like anyone. 

Natals:  Don't like _______ pushing.  A-punching.

I am omitting the name of this little boy to protect his anonymity, and so he doesn't get any warning that I am going to give him a piece of my mind come daycare drop-off on Tuesday morning.

Our conversation continued as follows:

Me:  I don't like him either.  Forget him.
Natals:  Yeah.  High Five!  Fist Bump!
Me:  Girl power!
Natals:  Girl powerrrrrrrr!

*clapping all around*