When the kids go to sleep, we still turn on the baby monitor. What was once a useful, informative device has tuned into a vicious, unwanted alarm clock. I don't know when it happened, but at some point the helpless baby who cried for you at night turned into a desperate, irritating toddler you want to ignore. One bonus about using the monitor when your kids are older is that you're able to listen to some very peculiar conversations. With their limited, but always increasing vocabulary, it is pretty damn funny to hear them communicate their thoughts and ideas to each other. At times it sounds like a really bad and awkward first date. Or as Lisa likes to call it, our marriage.
The other day, I heard this gem of a conversation that Andrew and Emma were having with each other.
Andrew
Poo-poo.
Emma
Shhh.
Andrew
Poo-poo Daddy.
Emma
Daddy not a poo-poo.
Andrew
Poo-poo Daddy. Daddy a poo-poo.
Emma
Stop, Andrew. Daddy not a poo-poo.
Andrew
Poo-poo Daddy. Poo-poo Daddy.
Emma
Stop calling Daddy a poo-poo. I'm trying to sleep!
Andrew
POO-POO! POO-POO DADDY! POO-POOOOOO!
Emma
STOP IT! DADDY NOT A POO-POO!
Finally, Lisa walked into their room to stop this silly conversation. She told Andrew to stop calling Daddy poo-poo, and if he was to call me anything at all, it should be "dumbass" or "jackass".
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