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Ava is taking some liberties with her parents at only 2 1/2- years-old. Illustration:

“Hey Bud, can I have some of that?”

Grace: Ava, say “hell”… say “hell”…

[Ava not understanding]

Grace: That’s how you say “hello” in Spanish.

The picture says it all. If only every trip was like this one.

I was getting Ava cleaned off after dinner the other night. She gives cookie monster a run for his money with the amount of mess she makes when she eats. Well, after getting a small scoop of rice on her plate, she proceeded to let them go swimming in her drink of water, making a rice mess everywhere.

As I lifted her out of her chair, I noticed that there was rice all over her pants. I said, “Hold on rice crotch,” under my breath as I went for the cleaning rag to avoid rice floor. She heard me and repeated “rich crotch” to Sally and me while laughing hysterically at herself for the next couple of minutes.

It’s kind of jarring hearing a two year old say the word “crotch,” but super funny at the same time.

During Family Home Evening tonight, we were singing a song when suddenly Sally asked what Ava was eating. As dinner food and dishes had been put away previously, the mystery food was, well, as mystery.

S: “Ava, what are you eating?”
A: chomp, chomp, chomp [mouth wide open].
S: “What are you eating, Ava?”
A: chomp, chomp, “jungbabble”, chomp, chomp.
S: “What?!?”
A: [finished chomping] “Pie-apple.”
S: “Where did you get pineapple?”
A: “My pocket.”
S: “Your pocket?”
A: “Put pineapple in my pocket and EAT IT!”

Looks like we are doing laundry tonight.

Heavenly Father…

Thank you day.

Thank you mama, dada, Caleb, Gracebella, me, mama.

Be good.

Sweet dreams.

Name of Jesus Christ, amen.

(Meanwhile, back on the farm, Grace is using her leapfrog keyboard to “type to her boyfriend.”)

Ava has really taken to the joke, as I mentioned. So I played it with her…

Dad: Ava, guess what?

Ava: Chickenbutteyeball.

Dad: No, Ava you say ‘what’ when I say ‘guess what.’ Ava, guess what?

Ava: Mmmm-hmmmm.

Dad: No, you say ‘what.’ Guess what?

Ava: Mmmm-hmmmm.

Dad: No, say ‘What.’

Ava: Chickenbutteyeball.

And repeat ten times.

Q: What’s Up?

A: Chicken Butt Eyeball.

Hysterical laughter follows from G and A.

See what we deal with at dinner. One won’t eat her greenbeans. One won’t eat faster than a bite per five minutes. One thinks shirt is optional, but can’t figure it out. Two parents are ready for bedtime.

So Ava, what was your lesson in church about?

Grace is a little more dignified.