so i'm bitching to brian last night on the way home about the incident that led to yesterday's post. "don't pick up the phone, blah blah blah, need my minutes, blah blah blah" etc.
i notice duckie's making some strange sounds from the back seat. they're not sounds that she's upset, and they're not really words, but whatever she's saying is mimicking my tone of voice exactly.
"she's making fun of me!" i sputter, partly impressed with her and partly embarrassed at the sound of my own obnoxious annoyance, echoing from the back seat.
"that's right," says brian. "you're teaching her early - nag, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag nag!" and the way he says it, it sounds distinctly goose-like.
i can't say he's wrong. and it's certainly enough to knock me off the horse of righteous indignation for a little - and enough to remind me to laugh at myself.
out of the mouths of babes...