The Quotable Toddler, Part Two

In which we are reminded that we parents are indeed quotable, too.


We're sitting down for lunch, Declan, Amy and I, and Elsie is sleeping in the next room. It's a nice, peaceful, quiet time. Rockwell would have liked to paint it.

Declan takes a few bites, then looks over at the swing, where Elsie is most of the time when we're at the table. He furrows his brow and shouts out...

"Damn it! Where's Elsie?"

Stunned silence. For a beat.

Then Amy and I look at each other and, wordlessly, implore each other not to laugh.

Which lasts roughly seven seconds, and then it's let loose. Guffaws.

I'm sorry Nana. I really, really am.