BAPPAP. and Art.

D is definitely my most angelic-looking kid. She's got the blond hair and blue eyes and rosy cheeks and everything.

D herself recognizes this as misleading, and takes constant steps to make sure she's not giving the wrong impression. Mostly by disrobing, smearing her face with peanut butter, and never ever allowing her hair to stay in a ponytail for more than 10 seconds.

Recently, she's started taking offense when I call her a good girl.

It started a couple of weeks ago:
"D, you're such a good girl!" I told her.
She looked at me with suspicion. "No!"
"No, you're not a good girl?"
*shook head*
"So what are you then?"
"I'm two!"

That same conversation has basically repeated itself every time I slip up and tell her she's good. Except that instead of saying "I'm two," she says, "I'm BAPPAP!!" While I pride myself on my understanding of Toddler, I have yet to figure out what that one means.

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Today D came running to me sobbing.

"Oh no, did you get hurt?" I asked.
She nodded, still crying.
"Did you run into something again?"
*shook head*
"What happened?"
"They... they HIT me!!" she managed to choke out.
"Who hit you, honey?" I asked.
*sob* "The chairs!"

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Adi was extremely amused by the picture I put up last time to illustrate the gravity-defying properties of baby poop. Today she decided to make her own:

She also drew a picture of one of her adventures today:

The big one is the neighbors' oldest son. The little ones are her, N, and their two friends A and S. They are all being chased by a dog. They are about to make it into the house with the blue door and shut the door.

Dani was also there, but isn't in the picture because there wasn't room between the dog and the door for a sixth kid.

For the record, chances are good that "chased by a dog" means "there was a dog showing friendly interest." Adi is OK with snakes, lizards, bats, and cockroaches, but somehow labrador retrievers and similarly good-natured dogs are filed in her brain under "monsterous terror-beasts."