At her three year check up, Arden's pediatrician thought we should go ahead and do a vision screening on her. After covering Arden's eye, the nurse walked over to the vision chart and pointed to one of the shapes, "What is this shape, Arden?"
Arden, who was doing a little dance this whole time, paused for a minute. "Bootie."
The nurse pointed to the next shape. "What's this one?"
"And this one?"
By this time, Dr. P was laughing really hard. Never one to let an opportunity to be the center of attention pass, Arden seized the moment. "Bootie! Bootie! They're all bootie!"
I finally intervened. "Maybe we should just wait until her four year check up for the vision screening."
Total killjoy, I know.
After that day, Arden has put the word "bootie" in her daily vocabulary rotation. She works it in whenever she can--even when it makes no sense. Oh, wait, it NEVER makes sense. I'll give you some examples...
"Arden, would you like peanut butter or turkey for lunch?"
"Arden, go put your swimsuit on so we can go to the pool."
"Arden, what should we get Ashley for her birthday?"
The other day I even caught her singing "Bootie, bootie, bootie, bootie," to the tune of "Jesus loves me." Frankly, I'm not really sure what to say about that.