The Watch

Pantera has been asking for a watch for about a week now. We were at the store last night and she had been very patient with all of the baby shopping and she saw a princess one that she loved, so we bought it for her. No need to remind me, I know I am the biggest sucker in the world! Anyway, she was so excited to put it on and after she did she asks Jess where his watch is. He put his watch on as well. Pantera starts strutting around saying "Watches" and putting her watch up to her dad's. After a while she looks at me and says "Dad has a watch and I have a watch, where's your watch?" I told her that I don't have one. She says in a really snotty voice "Oh, you don't have a watch...baby!" Ouch!!! Nothing hurts worse then being called a baby by someone who still pees her pullup from time to time!

Speaking of pullups, a while back I had put on a pair of plaid pj shorts that kind of resembled boxers. Pantera points at me and says "Ha, ha, urs wearing dad's pullups!"

Another time I had cleaned out my closet and had a bunch of clothes in a box to throw out. Pantera finds a bra in this box and pretends to put it on. She comes up to me and says in a really creepy voice while wiggling around like a weirdo "Look, I'm Samana!" She can't say Savannah yet...but the impression was still dead on.