A few days ago, I could have sworn I heard Margot say "Uh oh.
At first, I thought maybe I was having one of those over zealous mommy moments, you know, when the proud mother looks at her toddler's page of crappy scribbles and is convinced it's some sort of post-impressionist masterpiece.
But then I thought I heard her say it again.
And so did Drew.
But Drew also eats pumpkin donuts off the carpet and has been known to reach into a toilet full of crap to grab a toy that he accidentally dropped in there.
So then I did what all new mothers do when they think they just heard their kid say their first words - they keep saying the words over and over again (which is completely unannoying) hoping that the baby will say it and prove that they actually did say those very words.
Except they could really just be saying it to try to get their mother to shut up.
But I'm not newbie, neophyte mom. Hell no. I decided that I would create an actual circumstance that would, in fact, call for the correct use of the word "uh-oh."
So I instituted my brilliant plan that included me knocking stuff out of her hands, or even better, dropping stuff on the floor.
Of course all she did was keep throwing shit just to listen to me say "uh-oh" and then pick it up over and over again with a look that seemed to say "Seriously, I know you didn't accidentally drop that yogurt wrapper on the floor mom, because if you did accidentally drop that yogurt wrapper on the floor you would have said 'shit' and you don't want me to say that do you?"
Needless to say, she never said it.
That was until she accidentally dropped a piece of her pretzel on the ground later on that day. Then I heard it plain as day:
I'm not sure what was cuter.
Those two little sounds, strung together for the first time to formulate something that I could actually understand.
Or the smile on her face that I'm pretty sure was saying "I told you so."