The conversations overheard between my almost-three year old daughters are a riot. I seriously need to have my phone ready to record these ever-growing talks because they are simply priceless.
Yesterday's conversation in the car after school was no exception.
A little back story: My husband has somewhat of an obsession with Jeep Wranglers. The girls knew at an early age about Jeeps and can spot them anywhere on the roads: always noting the color and determining if there is a wheel cover and what's on it, hoping there is a smiley face guy on it. M. recently told me after spotting a Jeep without a wheel cover, it was just a regular Jeep. Regular Jeep. (Shakin' my head...)
The purple Jeep with a smiley guy we recently sold.
"There's a Jeep," M. spotted going in the opposite direction.
"I want a yellow Jeep," P. stated.
"I want a yellow Jeep too," M. agreed.
"Really? I thought you both wanted a purple Jeep. Why do you want a yellow Jeep now?" I inquired trying to continue the conversation.
"Like Papa's," P. responded, and then she continued, "M., I'm going to drive the Jeep and you sit over there (pointing to the passenger seat)."
"Can I drive the Jeep?" M. asked.
"No," P. said emphatically.
End of conversation.