One of my favorite things about Age 2 1/2 is language development. Tory cracks me up on a daily basis. Sometimes, it's not even the phrase she said that's so funny, but the fact that such a little person is saying such a grown up thing.
Here's some classic Tory-isms lately:
Me: Ah, man! I can't believe it's snowing again.
Tory: (shrugs shoulders in an off-handed way) We have a lot. Sorry.
Tory: Sounds like you need go to doctor.
Tory: What you doing?
Me: I have to put this medicine on Aden's rash.
Tory: (sounding exasperated) I sure hope this works.
Tory: Mom, can we go on abenture today?
Tory: Do you want some?
Me: No thanks.
Tory: Okay, tell me you want one.
(unexpectedly finding a toy in the bathtub)
Tory: Molly? That's weird.
(during a dinner conversation between Andi and I)
Tory: Hmm. Uh huh.
(attempting to comfort Aden crying from his swing)
Tory: Mom, I try my best.
(whining before nap time)
Tory: I want my mom!
Me: I am your mom.
Tory: I want my dad!
(stalling before nap time)
Me: Tory, put down the toy phone.
Tory: I just texting.