This is a near-verbatim transcript of a conversation between me and my 2-year-old daughter one day last week. Background: she is obsessed with asking, and being asked, the question “how was your day?” She sometimes asks it when it makes no sense, like at 7:30 AM, or when we’ve been together all day. And even when it’s a logical question, such as in the evenings after I get home from work, she’ll often ask multiple times in rapid succession. But this instance was particularly cute:
Me: “So, [Loyette], how was your day?”
Loyette: “My day was great!”
[Several minutes later…]
Loyette: “So! How was your day, Daddy?”
Me: “It was great! How was…”
Loyette: [interrupting, in obvious distress] “No no no! MY day was great!”
Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. Your day was great? Okay then, my day was excellent.”
[Several more minutes later…]
Loyette: “How was your day, Daddy?”
Me: “My day was… fantastic. How was your day?”
Loyette: “It was excellent!”
Heh. And she’s been using the word “excellent” regularly ever since. 🙂
After the jump, for those interested in further kiddo cuteness, another exchange between Loyette and me, from this morning.
So, this morning, after getting Loyette her breakfast and then going upstairs to get something, I returned downstairs to find her holding a plastic toy fish. This conversation followed:
Loyette: “Hi, Daddy! I was talking to my fish.”
Me: “Oh, you were? Did you have an interesting conversation?”
Loyette: “Uh-huh.”
Me: “What did your fish say?”
Loyette: [pauses and considers thoughtfully for several seconds, then:] “He said, ‘Thank you, [Loyette].’ That’s what the fish said.”
Me: “Well, that was very nice of the fish. What was he thanking you for?”
Loyette: [after another thoughtful pause:] “I’m not sure.”
A few minutes later, she informed me that she had been talking to her toast, and that her toast had said, “Thank you, Daddy” (again for no specified reason). Apparently the inanimate objects in our daughter’s world just have very good manners.