Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Pot, Kettle, Both Black

Maggie to Max: That's MY Mama, Max! Go away!
Max: That's BOTH OF OUR MAMAS, Maggie!
Maggie: Because I'm ME! (holds both arms above head in primal gesture of triumph)
Max: You're not making any sense, Maggie.
Maggie: No.
Max: Yes!
Mama: No or yes to what?
Max: You're not making any sense, Mama.
Maggie: I want milk. I'm ME!
Mama: What do you mean, I'm not making any sense?
Max: (holding up a hand imperiously) I'm working things out with Maggie, Mama.
Mama: Okay. I'll just ...okay.

2 comments:

Auntie Penny said...

Maggie is becoming quite the conversationalist. It must be quite fun to see the two of them create their own conversation, and to see them understand each other.....sort of. Even if no one else does.

Chelsa said...

They are a DELIGHT together. Well, not always. But mostly. They actually get along really well, and they are both so tremendously smart and quirky that together, they are probably going to take over the world and train it to speak nonsense.