Daddy and Grace Have a Conversation . . .

I’ve semi-lost my voice, so when I took Grace to pre-school I was talking to her in a purposefully crazy, raspy voice.  As we sat in line waiting to be let in, this exchange took place:

Me:  Can Daddy listen to radio?

Grace: No.

Me:  Daddy doesn’t have a book like Grace.

Grace: (giggling)

Me:  Daddy doesn’t have book.  Daddy can’t listen to radio.  Daddy bored.

Grace: (giggling) Daddy talk to Grace is good.

And so it was . . .  And now that I think of it, that was pretty girly of her, wasn’t it?