When we walk into the house after I pick Twig up at day care, lately there’s usually some big fat mosquito-like bug hovering around the front door. You know, the ones that look like mosquitos, but are BIGGER, with all the dangly legs. Ick.
Twig hates bugs. When Twig sees said bug, she screams, turns around, and demands to be picked up. Can’t say I blame her. Bugs are gross.
Conversely, Twig loves birds. Yesterday, when we were walking into the house, Twig spotted 2 birds wandering around the front lawn, poking their beaks into the grass. She stopped to watch them, fascinated, and then looked at me like “wtf are they DOING.”
I explained, “the birds are eating bugs.”
“Birdie eat da bug?”
“Yes, birds eat bugs.”
Her face lit up with a big fat grin. In her little toddler mind, the dots were connecting, and birds, which she likes, are eating bugs, which she most definitely does NOT like.
“BIRDIE EAT DA BUG!”
Daddy comes home. “Birdie eat da bug.”
At dinner. “Birdie eat da bug.”
At bath time. “Birdie eat da bug.”
At bedtime. “Birdie eat da bug.”
I have no idea what they’re going to think of this at day care today.
Hopefully, we won’t get to “what lions eat” lessons anytime soon.