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Parenting Facepalm - SOLC Day 7


“Bama!”

My daughter is 18 months old, and she surprises me every day. Some days my husband and I come home from work and she’s learned a new word (last night it was “wait!”). Sometimes we walk through the grocery store, and she shows me that she’s learned a new sign (as of last Sunday, she’s apparently mastered “grape” and “apple”). And sometimes she surprises me by freaking out for no observable reason (we had to leave the library a mere 5 minutes into Spanish story time this morning).

One thing that Poppy has learned recently is that her Obama book is not actually about her dad. 
She now says “Bama” when she takes it off the shelf instead of saying “Dada!” 

The resemblance that only a toddler can see!

My husband and I naively patted ourselves on the backs for our daughter’s new party trick. “She knows Barack Obama,” we thought to ourselves, smugly.

...until she picked this book off the shelf at the library and said, “Bama!”

We’ve got a bit more work to do.

Comments

  1. Amanda ReganMarch 7, 2020 at 11:54 AM

    What a wonderful slice! The combination of visual and last line made me laugh out loud.

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  2. Diane AndersonMarch 7, 2020 at 3:24 PM

    A fun read! A sweet story of parenting... you will be glad later that you have it to remember this age.

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  3. AnonymousMarch 7, 2020 at 8:36 PM

    Fortunately, it's work worth doing. Thanks for sharing this story moment!

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