The other night Lainee and I were out in the living room
painting fingernails and toenails.
Lainee found a toothpick in the nail stuff and
started poking "Daddy's new couch."
She kept ignoring me when I asked her to stop
(plus I had wet nails so I didn't want to try to grab it from her)
and she kept saying...
LAINEE: I'm just using dis to get the spider outta da couch.
(huh? There was no spider.)
I sent her in the office to talk to her dad about it.
GAREN: Lainee, what is wrong?? Why would you stab the couch?
LAINEE: Becaauuuse... I want a woopin'
(yes, she does know what a woopin' is.)
GAREN: You do?
LAINEE: Yeah, so I was poking da couch with dis.
GAREN: Well that's not nice. Do you want me to poke you with
the toothpick?
LAINEE: No, I'm gonna poke YOU with da toothpick Dad.
GAREN: No. You're not.
LAINEE: Yes. I am.
GAREN: No you're not. Go give that toothpick to Mom.
LAINEE: No. Dad you go tell her I'm poking da new couch.
GAREN: Don't poke the couch anymore.
