Well, She Told Us!


Scorch started talking early- and once he did, he took off. The boy was a whiz at talking in complete, clear sentences long before he should have been. The Bean, on the other hand, took a little bit longer to talk. And why shouldn’t she- she had Scorch to do all her talking for her. She still has this funny inflection (accent?) when she talks- “girls,” for example, is “gurls.” And “yellow” is “lellow.”  It’s freaking adorable and I never, ever want her to learn to say the words properly.

That said, I’m kinda thinking we should have never taught her to talk, period. Because girlfriend has mastered the fine art of ripping you a new one.  I’ll give you an example.

Two week ago, Bean got it in her head that she wanted to sleep in our bed. Now, we don’t let the kids sleep in our bed for a variety of reason- it’s reserved for illness and emergencies only. She knows this full well, but she got the idea in her stubborn little head that the only place she’d fall asleep that night was our bed and she wasn’t budging.  It was the Hub’s night to monitor bedtime, so I was in the other room eating a late dinner, eavesdropping on what was going on.

Hubs: I said, you’re sleeping in your own room. That’s nonnegotiable.

Bean: Oh yes it is! I said* I wanted to sleep in your room, so I’m going to sleep in your room. Period**.
you gotta really emphasis the “said” in your best “you’re-an-idiot-Dad” tone. **I may say “period” for emphasis a lot. She may have gotten that for me.)

Hubs: No, you’re not. In your room. Now. Goodnight! (he starts to walk out of the room)

Bean: Get back in here. We are not done talking! I told you what I wanted to do, so that is what I’m going to do.

Hubs: Excuse me? I said get into your room now and I wasn’t kidding.

Bean: Fine. But we are not done discussing this and we will talk tomorrow.


At this point, I’m laughing so hard in the other room that I’m crying.  But honestly, I don’t know if they really were tears of laughter or fear because we are royally, royally screwed when that child gets older.

Pray for us.


PS- wouldn’t change that sass pot for a million dollars. She may make us crazy, but man oh man- she is going to set the world on fire when she’s older!


About Heather

I adore my family, writing, books, cats, lazy mornings in bed, and chocolate. I'll never say no to breakfast for dinner, long talks with friends and lazy summer days at the pool with family. My life is often crazy, always awesome and one I'm so happy to be living! My side hustle is editing and proofing work. Find out more at https://heathercaryn.com/

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