Seems we have a new pet in our home. It’s a parrot. Well at least it sounds like a parrot. Sounds like a parrot and looks like my Bubba. Cute as a button, but listening to everything I say. And I mean everything.
Then repeating it.
Oh yeah mumma, it’s time to put some kind of filter between your brain and your mouth. Time to think about what you say before you say it. Time to remember there is a little sponge where your daughter once was and be very very careful.
Like when you slam your hand in the laundry cupboard door. This would be a prime moment to yell out in pain. But you have to know that the parrot is listening. Not that you realised the extent of her parroting until sixty seconds after the fact.
When this happened. Mini me wanders into the kitchen, stomps her foot then shakes her hand and yells OW! Uh huh - lucky I only yelled ow I suppose, and not a word that rhymes with duck.
Seems I was having a particularly clumsy day, because later when I lifted Bubba out of her cot from her daytime sleep, I banged my head against the door. Before I could say anything, she said Ow and reached up to pat my head. Awww, so sweet.
Almost as sweet as this video (in case you missed it yesterday).
Ever want to have a really good look at your mannerisms? Wonder what you do while sitting in the car at traffic lights? Never really thought about it? I suggest you get yourself a toddler. Soon you’ll realise that there are some things you do which are really funny, and others you maybe need to curtail while there’s a small person watching your every move.
Oh, and just so you know - apparently when I’m sitting waiting in traffic I say Go go go.
Or so says my parrot.