Tomorrow, I’m going to write down every freaking word that Isobel says cuz, like, holy fuck, this kid’s spewing forth rhetoric not yet intended for college freshmen.
Ok, not so much, but she’s busting out stuff and it’s shocking. Half of it is mimicking. She’ll basically repeat what I said right back to me, sure. But how about when I ask if she’s enjoying her pizza (hint: the correct answer would be a full-body nod) and she says, “no, izza yucky. mo DUCE, pissss!”
That was that the pizza was yucky and more milk, please. Cuz everything in a cup is DUCE or HAWT. and wtf? I just “taught” her to say please two days ago. Now she’s using it and in a freaking sentence?!
I’m not ready for this. Soon she’ll be spouting opinions and shit. And I think we all know, if I want her giving her opinions, I’ll tell her what they are, first.
