I think talking to DD is like talking to someone with dementia sometimes. Heres a conversation i just had with her about her blow up sponge bob mattress.
DD: Can i lay on sponge bob?
Me: No sorry, it has a hole in it.
DD: Fix it?
Me: Yeah daddy will fix it later.
DD: How?
Me: He has to buy a patch at the shops.
DD: Why?
Me: To fix the hole.
DD: Why is there a hole?
Me: Because you jumped on it.
DD: Why?
Me: I don't know, you tell me?
DD: I don't know.
DD: Can i lay on sponge bob?
Me: No, i just said theres a hole in it.
DD: Why?
Oh, too funny ... but maybe not that funny when my own daughter who turns 3 next May (whom already is very chatty) has a similar convo with me ... i'm pulling my hair out already with her chat chat chatting allll dayyyy longggg, augh
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