Zoe has started to understand rules recently. We don’t have too many with her that we need to enforce – no biting, no hitting, no feet on books… So now she has begun to tell me the rules that I need to follow. So far, there are only 2, and they’re always delivered with dead seriousness – she looks me straight in the eye, and very earnestly tells them to me:
- No pick the nose, mama.
- No eating the poop, mama. That’s icky.
Indeed. Rules to live by. The second one has led to us starting a new game of “do we eat it?” Which is way more fun than I would have expected, it goes something like this:
Me: Do we eat sausage? Zoe: Yeah!
Me: Do we eat plates? Zoe: No! That’s icky!
Me: Do we eat broccoli? Zoe: Yeah!
Me: Do we eat rice? Zoe: Yeah!
Me: Do we eat oranges? Zoe: Yeah!
Me: Do we eat the cats? Zoe: Noooo! No eat the cats mama! That’s icky!