Tessa occassionally gets words a little wrong, like most kids her age, and it is often funny. She kept calling the fireworks Boomers, even though Sophia told her repeatedly that they are fireworks, not boomers. She also tells people that her name is T-E-S-S-A most of the time, and rarely says Tessa until we remind her to say her name, not spell it. She also likes the character Dora, although she rarely watches the tv show, and remembers the Backpack song so she always calls Dora, "Backpack!"
In June, we were at a Cherry Festival near Alomogordo (I will blog about our southern NM trip soon) and she asked me for a pinecone. So I started looking around on the ground, saying that there were some pine trees around and I was sure we could find one if we kept looking. She acted like I was crazy and repeated that she wanted a pinecone. After saying it several times and pointing at other people walking by, I realized that they had snow cones! Pinecone, snow cone, whatever people, just get me that sugary cold treat!
It reminds me of when Sophia was three and I was telling her about when she would go to kindergarten and she asked if there would be a giant pumpkin there because she thought kindergarten was at the botanical garden!
Unfortunately, Tessa gets a lot of information from her big sister, which always makes me a little nervous. For instance, when I heard the following conversation and I really wasn't sure what was going to be said.
Sophia (to Tessa): Is Santa real?
Tessa: Yeah
Sophia (while I'm holding my breath): You're right. See this picture? Santa made it for me last Christmas.
Tessa: While you were sleeping?!
Sophia: Yes. It was Christmas Eve. We were in Australia then...
I have also overheard many funny conversations between my girls. While I was getting them a drink of water at bedtime the other week I heard the following exchange from the bedroom:
Tessa: Stop picking your nose, Sophia!
Sophia: I wasn't picking my nose. How do you know I was picking my nose? You can't see me to see if I was picking my nose or not.
Tessa: I heard you.
Sophia: What do you mean you heard me? You can't hear someone picking their nose. It doesn't make any sound.
Tessa: Well, I heard you say, (she said the next part in a high, squeaky voice) "Look at me, picking my nose. This is me picking my nose. Here I am, just picking my nose." I heard you say that.
I'm not sure if anything else was said after that because I was too busy laughing hysterically from the bathroom.
