I was working this afternoon when Allie came over.
Mommy! I bite the cat!
“You what?!” I asked, hoping I’d heard her incorrectly.
I bite the cat!
“You bit the cat?!”
Yes, I bite Sammy.
“Why did you bite Sammy?”
I bite Sammy!
“Did Sammy bite you back?”
No! I bite Sammy!
“He should have. Biting is not nice.”
I bite cat!
I didn’t see her bite the cat, andÂ I cannot imagine biting a cat. Also, I cannot imagine the cat sitting idly and allowing himself to be bitten.
So either Allie has discovered the art of imaginary stories or she bit my cat.
Later on, I asked her, “Allie, did you really bite the cat?”
She smiled demurely and said,Â No, Mommy! Allie nice!
But then I asked a second time, and she smiled and said,Â Yes. I bite Sammy on back.
So. I still don’t know whether she bit the cat or not, but I am certain that trouble is in my future.
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