For...eighteen months now (okay, maybe just since she started walking), Ike and I have had a nickname for Annie. "Trouble." If you've read anything I've ever written regarding our daughter, you understand.
A few minutes ago, I rescued Annie from yet another "Annie-get-down-before-you-break-your-neck" moment as she tried to climb onto the table by climbing a dining room chair. I pulled her off the chair, got down at her level and asked, "Annie, what are you getting into???"
She shook her head (overwhelmed with her own daring, I guess) and answered, "Rubble."
There you have it, in toddler-speak. Trouble/Rubble, our daughter.
A few minutes ago, I rescued Annie from yet another "Annie-get-down-before-you-break-your-neck" moment as she tried to climb onto the table by climbing a dining room chair. I pulled her off the chair, got down at her level and asked, "Annie, what are you getting into???"
She shook her head (overwhelmed with her own daring, I guess) and answered, "Rubble."
There you have it, in toddler-speak. Trouble/Rubble, our daughter.
1 Comments:
ROFL! That is soooo cute.
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