This is a story that I am sure most people will assume is made up, but I swear it happened exactly as written here, and I do have the wife as witness.
We are in the kitchen, she’s cooking and the little turtle, who is 2 going on 20 is hanging about. I was telling my wife that when I was busy building the pull-up bar for the kids alongside my own, and asked her to get the yellow level for me, which she had done also the previous day, as she came out with it she said:
“Daddy, do you also need the pencil?”
I was sure my wife had asked her, so I checked but the look on her face told me even before she confirmed it that she clearly had not.
The fact that a child who has just turned 2 figured all that out on her own is quite impressive. But as we are talking about her she starts to tell us about her “baby” that is in the bedroom (her doll she got for Christmas) and then, this happens:
LT: There is a baby in there (taps her mother’s bump)
Me: Yes there is. What should we call him?
LT: Bad baby?
Me: (making a disapproving face) no-o not bad baby… what name should we give him?
LT: Darth
I am not making that up. And all conversation ended due to laughter.
But… what does she know about her brother…?!
(Insert dramatic music here)
