Edee looks over at me; she's wrapping some yarn around my phone.
Edee: "Are you haffing a hard time?"
Me: "No, I'm fine."
A minute later I catch her looking at me out of the corner of her eye with a little grin.
Me: "What?"
Edee: "I don know."
Another minute passes.
Edee: "What is dis you are doing on da compooter?"
Me: "Writing on my blog."
Edee: "A bog? What is a bog? Can I wite on you bog?"
Me: "Okay." I hand her the laptop.
Edee: "I'm witing about da air-pane (airplane)."
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Me: "Okay. Can I have the computer back now?"
Edee: "No, I not done."
Me: "Here's my phone. Why don't you type to Daddy about what you blogged about?"
I pull up a hangout with Daddy and give her the phone while I type this up. As I'm doing so, she's typing up a message for Daddy and is narrating aloud.
Edee: "I am goin to Gampa's house on an air-pane. An I an going dere and dere are cats dere. I yove you Daddy because I yove paying wit you and dawing wit you and I yove Daddy yo much and I yove paying wit him a yot of da times, and I yove going to Grampa's." She pauses and looks at me. "Gampa is your mudder, wight?"
Me: "Right" (She says Gampa for both Grandma and Grandpa...)
Edee: "I yove my mudder's mom because her is fun. I yove mommy's mudder so much." Pausing again, talking to me: "I yike your mudder too--and I yove you daddy."
We send the message to Daddy. It looks like her previous typing up on the blog. I tried telling her she typed the word "egg" but no amount of convincing had her believing me.
I get an response from Daddy: "Hi child. Or convulsing wife."
She then pulls up my camera and takes a picture of what she wrote on the computer. I'm just observing this.
I.....just don't know. All I know is this all just got documented for posterity.
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