Future lawyer?

Mom: Time for dinner Rhianna.
Rhianna: Ninner?
M: Yes, dinner. Can you go to your chair?
R: Chair?
M: Go to your chair for dinner.
R: Ninner?
M: Yep, time for dinner.

(Rhianna climbs in chair.)

R: Copporn?
M; No, no popcorn for dinner.
R: Mhy? (Why)
M: We’re having chicken.
R: Ticken?
M: Yes, chicken.
R: Mommy?
M: What sweetheart?
R: Ticken? Ninner?
M: Yes, chicken for dinner.
R: Mhy?

(deep breath)

R: Mommy?
M: What Rhianna?
R: Ouwie (how do you spell that?)
M: Did you get an owie?
R: Yeah…. Mommy?
M: What sweetheart?
R: Owah?
M: Owen’s in his chair sweety.
R: Chair?
M: Yes, Chair.
R: Owah chair?
M: Owen's chair.
R: Oh. Owah Ninner?
M: Yes, Owen’s eating his dinner.
R: Ticken? Ninner? Owah?
M: No, Owen’s not having chicken.
R: No ticken?
M: No chicken, he’s too young for chicken.
R: Oh.

(pause)

R: Copporn?

What you would hear from the next stall

Last weekend, we took Rhianna and Owen to swimming lessons. Right before it was time to get in the water, I took Rhianna to the bathroom. She went first and was very vocal in the stall.

"Wimsuit mommy."
-Yes, you're wearing your swimsuit.
"Wimmin?"
-We're going swimming after we're done in the potty.
"Wadder?"
-Yes, we swim in the water.
"POTTY!"
-Good job! Ok, now it's mommy's turn.


..... (silence as mom takes off her swimsuit to go potty)....

"Mommy! (she points) BOOBIES!!"

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