we have one of those fisherprice keyboard with microphone deals and she dug it out of her pile of toys last night.
with microphone in hand she performed this bit:
“my name is aisley, i fart and pee and poop. a big one!”
i do believe this is how all standup comedian origin stories begin.
mowing the lawn and the kid set up an elaborate fort with tents and chairs and pillows and blankets on the porch to be outside with me. even put her protective ear protection on because the lawnmower is loud.
i finished and went inside and she kept the door open, i did not know she was bringing everything back in so i shut the door. few minutes later and i hear “what the heck? who shut the door? i wasn’t done!”
i say, oh i am sorry i didn’t know
she says after a few moments, it’s okay i still love you
knowing your 3 year old is actually taking time out to ponder if closing the front door is a good enough reason to stop loving you is terrifying
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