If I am giving Carly a little verbal lesson, or am verbally reprimanding her, Kane must parrot me, but he must do so as though he were auditioning for a very, very, very bad soap opera for the hearing impaired.
We were driving in the car yesterday morning. Carly wanted to wear her pink and white-striped conductor's hat, which was on the floor in front of her. Since she was strapped in her seat, she did what she always does in these situations - she screeched. She said "hat" seventeen times in a row, wiggled her nose, widened her eyes, and pointed at me, as if to say: "Woman, what are you waiting for?"
I looked at her in the rear-view mirror and said: "Carly, I know you want your hat, but you have to wait until we stop the car."
And then, a soprano voice from behind me warbled on a crescendo: "Car-leeee, you HAVE to WAIT until we stop the caaaaaarrrrrrr!"
"Thank you Kane," I said. And then I remembered that sarcasm is rather wasted on the very young.
"Okay, Mommy," he said. Carly looked at him with bottom lip jutting out, as if to say, "Kiss my bum, you."
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