Friday, March 20, 2009

Maggie Speaks, The World Trembles

Maggie to the general public, at the dinner table: I need chocka. (transcriber's note: chocka = chocolate milk)
Mama: After dinner you can have some chocolate milk, Maggie.
Maggie: No. No! I want chocka! (covers eyes with tragic hand and wails)
Dad: Finish eating, first, Maggie.
Maggie: I don't want it! I like chocka!
Mama: Not right now. Finish your dinner.
Maggie: Chocka.
Mama: Drink your water for right now, please.
(unintelligible grumbling from the high chair for a minute or two)
Maggie (raising one finger in the air): Hey, Guys! I have idea! I have idea!
(pause while Ian and Chelsa simultaneously marvel at Maggie's verbosity and brace themselves for the inevitable)
Mama: What's your idea, Maggie?
Maggie: How about ... chocka!


Granny said...

She seems to be holding a rocka - you'd better give her the chocka.

auntie penny said...

a girl who knows what she wants. pass over the chocka and no one will get hurt.