Wanda is a character. Often found with one eyebrow up involuntarily, she has much to say about the world. She almost speaks English.
Today as I got her dressed:
“Mom! This is the crazy shirt in the WORLD.” There is apparently only one crazy shirt in the world and I put it on her this morning.
This summer as we headed out to the zoo:
Me: What animals do you want to see at the zoo?
Wanda: The muppets!
Me: I don’t know if there are muppets at the zoo, Wanda.
Wanda: It’s okay. We just can see them.
Dan (Walking downstairs): Hey Wanda, where are you going today?
Wanda: We’re gonna go see da MUPPET SHOW!
A few weeks ago:
Wanda is whine-crying in the back of the van, the kind of crying that is high on drama, low on believability, the kind that can be stopped in half a second by a roving gumball.
Wanda: Aaaahhhhhhh. Waaaahhhhhhh!
Me: Wanda. Are you sad?
Wanda (stops crying, a huge grin crosses her face): Nope! I just whined-ed at you.
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