The Mind of a Toddler

You just never know what is going through the mind of a toddler.  Until they open their oh-so-innocent little mouths, that is.

My Birdie was in rare form this past weekend.

I did not personally witness the first event, and I think I may be glad of that.  My mother-in-law recounted it to me over the phone later that evening, Saturday evening.  We went to a restaurant with my mother- and father-in-law as well as some good friends of ours and their daughter (who is, of course, also a good friend of ours, but you get the point).

For whatever reason, my father-in-law got to be the one in charge of leading my daughter out of the restaurant, and as they walked out, they were stopped by a lady sitting at another table.  I saw them in there talking, but was already outside putting the Baby Guy in the car.

As my mother-in-law told the story, at one point, my precious little daughter turned to the lady and asked, so sweetly, I am sure, "Are you a girl?"

As I said, I think I may be glad to have gotten that story later rather than having been in a position to bask in the embarrassment first hand.  My father-in-law had that pleasure.

The very next day, the next evening, to be exact, she did it again, although this time it was not embarrassing, just funny.

The evening started with a fun trip to the Louisville Zoo, where we attended their Halloween party.  It was followed by dinner at a restaurant that was new to us, the "Hall of Fame Cafe," located conveniently close to both the University of Louisville and the KY Fair and Exposition Center.

I'll keep things mysterious and let you guess what their main attraction is.

It turned out to be really good (I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, right?) and we plan to go back sometime.  To that end, we quizzed our waiter on when their busy (and, by extension, less busy) times tend to be.

He surprised us by informing us that basketball/football games are not as great a driver of traffic for them (oops, I guess I just gave away their main attraction) as are conventions at the Fair and Expo Center.  For example, the prior Monday, there had been some sort of carpenters' convention going on. "We were slammed," he told us.  "I could barely find the time to take a break."

At this point, he was interrupted by my crazy daughter, who was looking around the table at the rest of us, excited and shocked and, above all, hyper. "Ohhhh noooooooo!" she exclaimed. "Ohh NO!"

We all stopped listening to focus on our little drama queen. "What? What is it?" I thought it was going to be something traumatic and unrelated like her Minnie Mouse shoes had just fallen off - oh the horror. I had no idea she was following the conversation, but, with a shocked, worried, hyper little gasp, she announced, "He bwoke!"

Everyone stared for a moment, then we all cracked up. She laughed too, and wasn't upset, but she was fairly concerned that our poor waiter had been broken. We reassured her that he had been fixed and he was just fine.

I can't wait to see what she will come up with next.