A few days ago, I taught the kids "Pop Goes the Weasel." I had to explain that the weasel was angry, and hit the monkey, because the imp thought he popped like a bubble. He, in turn, explained that to the pixie while he was trying (and failing) to play with her. She turns to him, narrows her eyes, and tells him, "You a monkey."
The imp's eyes went wide, and he edged away from her, playing quietly by himself until she calmed down.
I choked--I haven't heard a more creative threat from a two-and-a-half year old child.
Recently, as I play with the kids, and the pixie climbs in my lap for refuge, the imp comes up saying "I gonna eat [Pixie] up!" I gather her up and turn away, claiming that I'm gonna eat her up, and she's not big enough to share.
This evening, the kids eating supper in the kitchen while I did a few things elsewhere, started screeching. I nearly yelled at them for fighting, but something got me to stop and listen.
Imp: "I gonna eat you up!"
Pixie: "I not big enough share!"
Back and forth, with screeching giggles.
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