Talkative Edith

It's time to watch what we say around Edith.

She hasn't said anything bad (so far), but she's listening. Just the other day she told me with a straight face and even voice to "calm down" -- something Paul has reason to say to me all too often.

Edith has yet to work on her negotiation skills. Here's one of our recent early morning conversations:

Edith: Cookie, please?
Me: Nooooo.
Edith: Two cookies?

And she's getting more curious. "Where Jesus go?" she asked me in the middle of mass this past weekend. (How do you answer that?) She hasn't yet begun to ask "why." Instead, it's "what's that?" After every - single - noise.

She's 2 years and 9 months old, and I'm learning firsthand that toddlers are definitely more mentally exhausting than physically so.