Dad, Where Are You?

The other night we were all laying in bed together watching a little college baseball. Livy is so used to watching her daddy play softball that she just automatically assumed he should've been out there on the field too...

"Dad, where are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Where are you?"

"On the TV? I'm not on there baby. I'm laying right here beside you."

"Where are you on there?"

"I didn't play college baseball. I wish I did though..."  

"Well you can play football a big one tonight at baseball."

"I can?"

"Yea. Last night."

I love how she always knows what she's trying to say, but it just doesn't quite make sense to us!

 

Uh-oh... Catastrophe!

In one of the little Disney Jr. shows that Livy likes to watch, the main characters, Gaspard and Lisa, always find themselves in some type of difficult situation. In every episode, when it gets to that part, Gaspard and Lisa both say "Uh-oh... Catastrophe!" Livy has picked up on this but doesn't quite say it right. Her's sounds more like,

"Uh-oh... Tastro-feed!"

I crack up every time I hear her say it.