Addy Cooking With the Pot, Boy

It’s been a while since I’ve done an Addy post.  And it’s not that she hasn’t produced much blog fodder, in fact she’s full of it, but I mean, here we are.

We’ve been spending a lot of days in the drive way so Addy can shoot the basketball around.  Now that she knows the granny shot she can actually make baskets.  And then she sets the amount she’s going to hit before we can go in the house.  Or when it gets too dark.  Either way.

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Brownlee went to the gym so me and Addy were left to watch Inside Out while I cooked dinner.  Except when she came to check on me, she found out I was making spaghetti shells, which she doesn’t eat.

“I don’t like that,” she says.  And then walks back into the living room.  Then she comes back a few minutes later like “ok so what am I going to eat” and I just told her to make her own food.

Normally our dinner menu is structured so that we have pork chops or noodles or whatever on Monday to have enough leftovers for when we eat things Addy doesn’t.  Except we ran out of chicken and spaghetti shells is all there was.

Not one to back down from a challenge, she then went into the kitchen to put her own food on the plate to eat for dinner.  It went like this:

"I just want someone to help me and be my friend"
“I just want someone to help me and be my friend”

"i'm making it myself and i don't want chicken and i have to put cheese on top"

“i’m making it myself and i don’t want chicken and i have to put cheese on top”

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Whatev.

She ate it.

 

And here are some other #WTFour gems.

“You are so redictable”

“Ok just one second” {and then takes five minutes}

“Everyone just calm down.  Take it easy.”

“Remember when I was a little baby and I…”

3 thoughts on “Addy Cooking With the Pot, Boy

  1. While we were on our way to the movies yesterday, she was telling me something that I didn't hear, because I was trying to find a decent radio station. She says, "Um, HELLOOOOOOOOO YaYa! You're not listening to me. I asked you a question." After I got over the shock, I cracked up, for which she did not take too kindly to my reaction. I apologized, and asked her what did she want to tell me. Sometimes I think I'm having conversations with a grown person. Her responses always catch me off guard, and then we keep it moving. Lol!

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