That's pretty awkward

We were at Home Depot buying laminate flooring. Nick sat down with the flooring guy so I was in charge of keeping Kate occupied (for what turned out to be at least half an hour. Fun times at 39 weeks). We happened upon the display bathrooms.

Kate: Pee. [ushering me over to sit on the toilet and lifting up the lid].

Beth: No baby, I can't pee here.

Kate: PEE. [trying to drag me over]. MOMMY PEE!

Eventually I just kept her happy by letting her lift up all of the lids and put them back down. Then, in an effort to kill time, I decided I'd go to the real bathroom and pee.

We were not alone. She's in the stall with me.

Kate: VAGINA. VAGINA. VAGINA.

Luckily it doesn't really sound like the actual word, so okay. We then went back to the fake bathrooms and she climbed under the fake sink and closed the doors.

Kate: Hide. Hide.

Sigh. It was a long Home Depot trip.

She thinks pretty highly of me

Whenever she goes to pet a cat or a dog, I say something like, "That's right, pet her nice! Very nice", etc.

We were on a walk. She stopped, petted my leg, and said:

Niiiiiice.

Ouch.

At the park, there was a one year old named Adam. He was a pretty big baby.

Kate: [pointing at Adam] Cow. Mooooo.

On the emotions of carrots

In her Yo Gabba Gabba book, there's a picture of carrots who have sad faces. She always points to it and says "Sad". Well, we were reading a different book and it happened to have carrots in it- completely normal, emotionless carrots.

Kate: Sad.

Me: I don't think those carrots are sad, babe.

Kate: Happy!

Mind blowing. She knows that if they're not sad, they're happy.

You'll shoot your eye out, kid!

Nick was eating pie. Naturally, Kate wanted pie. So she sat next to him on the couch and they both had a fork. Eventually she decided to feed Nick some pie. And ended up poking him in the eye with her whipped cream covered fork. Nick didn't make a huge deal out of it but he kept his eye shut and there was whipped cream covering his eye. Kate was verrrry concerned.

Kate: Eye. Chocolate. Eye. Daddy. Eye.

Nick got up to clean it off (and for the record, she thinks anything dessert-ish is chocolate) and she sat in my lap, lip trembling, about to cry.

Kate: Sorry!

Awww. Her first unprompted sorry. Our hearts melted. She was actually sorry about something, was upset enough that she put whipped cream on daddy's eye that she apologized. It's the next day and she's still talking about the chocolate on daddy's eye.