Car ride home last night:
Greg: Evelyn, do you want daddy or mommy to brush your teeth?
Me: No, don't give me as an option.
(I wanted Greg to do bedtime routine since I had a couple other things to take care of around the house)
Greg: Evelyn, do you want daddy to brush your teeth or do you want a swift kick to the face?
Evelyn: [gibberish] Face!
And laughter ensued.
Although Evie's overall communication skills are getting better, there are still times when it's apparent that she doesn't understand what's being asked of her . . .
