Not yet Mommy! I need one more hug!

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Quotes upon a time… The epic tale of conquest with four months of *misused* Aria quotes (Part 1 – May to June)

Let’s see how well I can turn quotes I’ve been collecting since May into a single cohesive story! In consecutive quote and accompanying picture order. Each of these have something new. Something I’d never heard before. Hopefully the story is as fun as watching her language evolve, add new verbs and grammar and concepts! Enjoy! 

There once was a kind and playful young princess named Aria. On the eve of her second birthday, she began to form sentences. These were no ordinary sentences, for Princess Aria had mystical heritage that gave power and resonance to her every word. Yes. This Princess had super powers. 

It all began with “I want daddy,” and there he was, minutes later. Her voice had called him. 

Aria, though young, was determined to use her powers for good. She began by caring for the doll named Moana who lived in the castle. Moana loved her stroller, but sometimes it wouldn’t work!

“It’s broken. I fix it.” And low and behold, the stroller worked again! 

She didn’t stop at fixing the stroller. “I changing the baby’s diaper.” Right there in the middle of the royal forest, no matter the great beasts that abounded!

All that work wore little Aria out. “I want to lay down. The baby sleeping. Aria sleeping.” They both rest easy under the blanket of her words. 

It was time to go and the Queen Mother insisted that Aria leave Moana behind. “I want to bring my baby!” Aria asserted. 

It soon became clear why, “The cat woke up,” and what a danger it surely was. Moana would certainly be safer with them. 

Aria had to use her extra special bubble powers to save the kingdom from the prowling cat beast! “I blow it!” she howled, and the cat beast was gone, a stream of magical bubbles chasing it away. 

The bubbles weren’t enough! It was time to go to war. The Royal Family donned their military colors and prepared for the battle of the cats. “Mommy has a pink shirt. Daddy has a pink shirt. Aria has a pink shirt!” We we’re ready. 

Aria wanted to battle the villains herself. She didn’t want Mommy and Daddy to risk the feline wrath. “Walk away,” she begged. Then she demanded. “Walk away.”

As she tumbled to the ground from another attack by the rebel kitties, Aria had an idea. Perhaps the king and queen could hide! 

“Right there the potty is!” she shouted over the melee of battle. 

The king and queen didn’t want to hide. But it wouldn’t be forever. They crouched and trembled in the darkness of the fetid latrine, protected for the moment from the coming onslaught.

“One minute daddy!” Aria shouted to them. They just had to last a minute longer. 

But then, it became clear falling back to their fortress was the only option. 

“I close it. Mommy get in!”

From within the protective walls of the castle, another idea came to mind of the courageous princess. She could bury the invaders. Just a few words could do it. 

“I knock down the tower. It’s off the table!”

She didn’t have to use any hammers or cranes to do this epic fear. “Not my hands,” she told the masses of peasants watching in shock and hope. “Just my head!”

It felt as if the rebel cats were all around them. Their scratches echoed through the castle halls as they pounded against the gates and clawed their way up the walls. The people of the castle sobbed for fear.

Then Aria raised her hands. From within the white walls of the castle, a deep rumbling began. It grew louder and louder. The earth shook with the force of Aria’s super powers.

The terrified cats leapt from the walls and abandoned the gate, afraid of being thrown down by Princess Aria. The earthquake followed and chased them away, until at last the entire rebel army was in retreat.

Victory. The castle was safe. Moana was safe. The queen and king were safe. Hallelujah! 

And now, our great champion was hungry! Not for those unsubstantial potatoe chips. For the good stuff, the high fiber stuff. The blackbean chips. 

“I want chips. No, Aria chips. The *whole* bag.”

The queen and princess wandered off together, quietly celebrating the great victory. They went up to the battlements and looked at the great sea to the west of the castle. The sun glinted off the water. Crashing waves were just barely audible in the stillness of the late afternoon. Aria smiled. 

“There is water, Mommy!”

Yes darling, the queen agreed. She smiled, but there was a solemnity in her look. Her daughter was growing up. She wouldn’t always be able to protect her. The battle with the cats had proven that. It was time to give her the keys to the family armory. 

The queen led her from the battlements to the keep in the center of the castle. At the very bottom of the keep a hidden door suddenly appeared. The queen handed Aria the keys.

“I open the door!” Aria said with wonder as the door opened up to a vast network of secret rooms below the castle. 

The little warrior dressed herself in magical armor from the family stash. “I got my pockets mommy!” Aria noted about her hauberk.

Aria and the queen walked in their brilliant armor. Lords and peasants alike gazed in awe at their finery. Cheers seemed to follow them wherever they went. They looked every bit the victors of the great battle just won.

Mother and daughter went to the great strategy room to join the king and their advisors in planning out their next move. The threat had abated for now, but that wasn’t enough. They needed a lasting peace for the kingdom to survive.

An idea started to percolate. Perhaps they could begin to make peace with the rebel cats by hosting a great feast. Some diplomacy was definitely in order. Aria suggested the king and queen themselves go as chief ambassadors to the foreign lands to propose the idea of a Feast of Peace.

“Daddy needs to go to work. Mommy goes to Aria’s gym,” Aria asserted, almost to herself as she drafted up her plan on the window of the Great Hall.

After several weeks, the queen and king came back with good news from abroad. Rebels and friendly neighbors alike would join them for the Feast of Peace. It was time to send word by invitation to all.

Aria’s scribe drafted the invitations and she authenticated it with her noble insignia. “That’s my handprint!”

Aria yelled out into the wind, calling her fastest curriers to deliver the invitations. She would send them by air, on the wings of dragons and in the hands of the king’s most trusted envoys.

“I want to put the guy on the dragon. Help me daddy!!”

It would soon be time for visitors from all around the land and neighboring kingdoms to arrive. But would they all truly come in peace? What will happen next? How will Aria’s words change what could be a disastrous course of events?

Tune in next time for Once Upon a Time Part 2: Quotes from July and August!

Maybe!!!

Me. Okay, how about this. We read the book once in Mommy’s room then we read it in Aria’s room. 

Aria: Ya! Ya ya…(strategic pause) … Maybe 

Me: (does she get “maybe?” This is new…) Um, so we read the book here, then in Aria’s room and go night night, okay?

Aria: Ya ya. Book here then Aria… Maybe

Me: 😑 Once in Mommy bed. Then in Aria’s bed. Okay?

Aria: okay, Mommy! Maybe. 

Whoa now. She’s seriously hedging!

Me: Here, then Aria room!!!

Aria: ya, ya 😁

Uh, I think I won??? Who knew “maybe” could be such treacherous vocabulary!

Today Aria asked her First Question

“Where’s daddy?”

Not “I need Daddy”

Not “I want Daddy”

Not “Daddy?”

But “Where’s Daddy?” 

Don’t quite know why I found it so striking. It sent a thrill through me. Like we’re on the verge of an even more exciting phase of her life. A new level of curiosity and discovery. Not about what she can touch and figure out, but what she can hear and process, muse on, or understand. 

Introducing my Mom to Aria

Went to visit mom yesterday. I explained to Aria that we were seeing Mommy’s Mommy. That made sense to her. “Mommy’s Mommy!” It didn’t seem to phase her that mom was in the ground. She just gave a little kiss on the headstone. We then went down to the lake in the cemetery and saw a swan. Aria was determined to hug the hissing beast. She has a lot of love to share, my girl does! Love her so much!!



I love my mommy

I’ve been waiting. Wondering. Does she or doesn’t she??? Months and months and months of speech. Which petal will fall last?

Finally! It’s official!!

She loves me!!

I decided to embrace the cuddler. It’s made things a lot better. 

Pressure. Pressure. Pressure. It comes from everywhere. Inside. Your memories, dreams, baggage. Articles. Stories. What you see with other parents and kids. What others say to you. 

Generally, I’ve tried to roll as a parent with instinct. I have not read a lot of parenting guidance. But sometimes all the other pressures drive me to research something or tweak things. Or at least to just stress about what my instincts are telling me. 

Aria loves to be close to me.  I’ve gone through periods where I’ve judged myself for this. I did, after all, nurse her in bed from 3 months to 9 months. I didn’t wean her until 18 months. 80% of the time I pick her up and hold her when she asks me to. I never really weaned — I traded nursing her to sleep with holding her hand to sleep. Plus, I’m a working mom and I’m not there for a huge chunk of the weekday. 

Plus, something I’d like to think I’ve done right is help Aria be pretty detached from things. My friend Jennie suggested before Aria was born that I never buy something she asks for at the store. I let her hold it play with things, then I always make her give them back to the cashier. She does this without even a minor fuss. This plays out in all sorts of settings, stores and not. The only downside is she just won’t get attached to any toy or blanket or anything. I’m even trying to model teddy bear cuddling! To no avail. I’m her comfort toy for now.   

I’d been trying to fix this, mostly by making tweaks to the nighttime routine and feeling guilt at various daytime clingy activities. I also did some productive things like getting her to sit in her own chair for meals and forcing more non-being-carried periods. 


But the guilt was creating some sharp reactions and seemed to be making the cling worse

Then about a week ago something clicked and I just relaxed (A true mental shift + I also did a few things to better manage my Addison’s condition with DH being deployed for a few weeks). 

I love holding my daughter as much as she likes being held. I love laughing and being silly as we’re looking at each other as she’s in my arms. I love morning cuddles. It’s tender when she touches my face in wonder and comfort that I’m there. 

I have to remember I was the same way at her age. I spilled hot gravy on myself at 18 months. As I got treated for the terrible burns, they said the only thing I needed to be calm was to be in mom’s arms. 

My brother found my mom’s journal recently. There was a small little quote that really touched my heart. It was something like, “Jessica is so cuddly. And I love it!

Moral of the story. 

Yeah. I get lots of cuddles. It’s awesome. Be jealous! 


And she’s finally sleeping better 😉

‘Twas Aria’s First Field Trip!

T’was Thursday morning, when all through the school

The parents were coming, paper bags  full of food;

The rosters were planned and the bus leaders called,

Hoping no child got lost nor a whole bus ride stalled. 

The kiddos and chaperones loaded up in their seats,

Shocked there were no seat belts to pin down small feets;


Us and our cottage of moms and their toddlers,

Laughing and joking ’bout how we’re all kinda coddlers. 

When up at the front there arose a deep rumbling,

Making our unbelted toddlers all go a tumbling!

When up in the front there burst off-key squeaking,

“The wheels on the bus,” our toddlers were singing!


 
The played and they hopped, they sang and they chatted,

Until at the end our wee ones grew restless and scattered;

One to Ms. Terry, and one toward the door;


We scooped them back up, lest they stumble and soar!

When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,

But a glorious zoo, with lions, tigers, and bears!

With our three little buses, and our eager we ones,

Could they line us up and hold us back from the fun?

And they whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:

“Now! Aria, now! Owen, now! Quillian and Emma,

“On! Marissa, on! Olivia, on! Parents and Helpers;

“To the front of the zoo! See as much as you like,

Just be back by 12:30 with you and your tikes!”


So down to the animals-top the sidewalk we flew,

With brown bags full of snacks for a walk through the zoo:

And then after ten feet my girl’s arms went up. 

Aria hates walking… “Mommy mommy! Up, up, up!”

We battled and challenged each other’s strong wills,

As the rest of the group wandered away down the hills. 

So me and my girl just made our own way;

Made it down eventually and caught up with the fray. 

We saw penguins, pelicans, and pink flamingos,

Plus sociable monkeys so close we counted their toes!


I showed her giraffes and thought she’d have fun,

Though soon as she saw them she shrugged an “All done!”


Her favorite part was a booth for pretend,

When with tweezers she cleaned up a monkey’s read end. 


And then it was over, just a hour and half,

Needed to get back for naps lest we face toddler wrath. 

So back to the bus, I made Aria go,

We took turns each ten yards, twenn tantrums she’d throw. 

But finally an older girl Clara reached down her hand,

And Aria walked admiringly, following her every demand.

 

We loaded up and rode back, getting one piece of advice:

“Drop them off at their cots–one quick kiss and ‘Night Night!'”

Nose bleeds, molars, and terrors, Oh My!

We’re in a bad place with sleep. We dropped the crib wall, Aria started sprouting two year molars, new emotional connections formed, and we even suffered a few nosebleeds from chronic nose…you know. 

First she wanted even closer contact before falling asleep. She wanted to lie on daddy’s stomach or hold my head like a teddy bear. 


Then she’d have intense meltdown with each attempt at leaving the room. She started anticipating with terror our exodus and would take even longer and react even more extremely. 

We tried just closing her in her room. 

She beat the handle cover with such ferocity it split in two. 

She carried to two pieces put to the hall and offered them up to me as a warning. 

We had to put a baby gate mid hall as another line of defense. 

We’d get through it. We would. We’d get her to sleep. An hour or longer it might take. 

Then it would happen all over again. At 2am. 

3am. 

4am. 

I gave up. 

DH gave up. 

On separate nights. 

We brought her to bed. 

And made the problem worse. 

Temper tantrums started flaring day and middle of the night. 

One night she woke up screaming, blood streaming down her face. It was everywhere. And she was terrified.  

It took hours to calm her down. She wouldn’t even sleep in our bed. We had to go downstairs, wiping her nose every few minutes. 

At least now we can easily quell the gold digging. Just mention nose bleed and she stops right away. 

But that’s the easy challenge. Getting her back to sleeping through the night on her own? Feels like Mount Everest. 

I’m attempting the slow extraction / acclimation method. I don’t know the name for it. I don’t know if it will work. It makes me tired thinking of all the steps. 

The challenge with culture resets is you’re tired when they start. It’s because you’re tired that you finally relent and decide a change must happen. 

I started last week beside her bed, but no handholding (I miss it, I admit. It was my favorite part of the day after I finished weaning Aria. Call this a second weaning for both of us. The draw to be near each other never went away.)

Then three nights ago I sat so my feet touch her bed, then moved in the same night across the room. 

These tactics worked for initial sleep, but within two or three hours she was begging to sleep with me and DH again. 


Friday she went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. She slept through the night after three minutes of fussing alone in her room. Their crib has four walls. And mommy wasn’t there.  


Like I said, this is really about second weaning. I traded milk for my hand. I never really weaned her of the need to be near me. 

So Aria’s asleep. She’s over there. She was not thrilled with us on opposite sides of her bedroom. I’ve had to move her back four times now since 8pm. It’s almost 3am. 

I went downstairs at one point without waiting for her to be fully asleep. She broke out of her room and melted into an extreme panic attack behind the gate in the hallway. 

I feel like such a crutch. 

But she’s over there and I’m over here at least. Even though I’d much, much rather be cuddled together in my bed. She needs to learn how to manage alone when I’m around. It feeds into everything beyond the night. 

Tomorrow, I’ll station myself at the door instead of 3 feet away. 

Then in the hall. 

Then in my own room. 

I don’t know if it will work. 

And I’m kinda tired. 

I don’t know if it’s the right way or the best way or the fastest way. But with no wall on the crib I’m just not sure what else to do. How to teach her to be okay by herself. How to truly wean. 

Like I said. We’re in a bad place with sleep. We had a beautiful year of her sleeping through the night in her own room. 

Then she turned two…

Duh dun duuuuuh!

Whoa, Whoa! What’s that explosion of pink over there?

Come on Mom! Can’t you see it? Look! Seriously. I’m pointing right at it. Yes, right through the glass window of the car. Come on, come on! Look!

“You want to get closer,” Mom says. She’s grinning. Has she been keeping this a secret?!? Did she know about this? 

So much pink!

Mom pulls me out and bounces with me in her arms. 

Closer and closer! Now I’m smiling. Oh my gosh! Whoa! 

I’m kinda overwhelmed. Really. I don’t even know what to think. 

It’s beautiful. Whatever it is. 

“Aria, it’s spring! Do you like the flowers?”


I giggle. 

Duh. I love them. 

She reaches up and grabs the tree so I can touch. 

Wow. A-Mazing. 

Okay, well I guess that’s it. Cool. 

“All done Mom.”

“Already??”

Yeah. It was awesome. Dinner? 

Graduation

Daddy pointed out he got no sympathy at work when he said he had to leave early for his daughter’s graduation. 

“She’s two, right?”

But let’s be honest. 

Toddler graduations are officially a milllllllion times more awesome than real graduations. 

See for yourself…


Let’s just say Aria took this ceremony very seriously…

Aria also took a rather lax approach to the refreshments at the graduation reception. Totally went at the whole fruit tray with a fork. 

I gave Aria a marker and paper to color in the car on the way home. Not what I was expecting to see when I pulled her out! 
Maybe she just wanted to assure me she hadn’t grown up too much. 


After that we held an impromptu after party with Aria’s teacher, Ms. Terry, and Aria’s best friend, who transferred out of our school a couple weeks ago. It was the best!!



Congratulations Aria! You’re officially a Two! Time to get a job!

Acknowledging the lines and coloring with purpose

When I handed her the book, I expected a blind attack of red and blue across the elegant outfits of Anna and Elsa. 

I got her the Frozen coloring book because it had markers she could open. Literally the only reason. She recognizes the characters from a short her cousin got her, but that’s just a bonus. 

I start coloring. Ignoring Aria’s mindless attacks on the ladies of “The Snow Queen” lore, I dutifully shade in Olaf’s snowball body. I use a dark blue to shade in his eyes. 

“Eyes!” Aria says. 

Aria had gouged (or delicately colored in–see it as you will) Anna’s eyes and then Elsa’s. As you might expect, they bleed blue. 


This was stunning because she’d never actually acknowledged the lines before. She’d always just swept right over them. This was so deliberate and purposeful. 

Such a big leap forward.  

Then she kept going. Page after page. Coloring in eyes and circles. 


Another light switch. 

Another awesome miracle of Aria growing up!
Then, just as I’m finishing this, she’s painting a blank sheet. Covering it in purple. 

She’s reaches into her paper, grabs something, and takes a bite. 

What’s that”

“Gapes!”


Drawing with purpose. 

And then chowing down on her own creation. 

A Gape big blob!!

Amazing!

First Inside Joke!

This is where parenting provides unexpected surprises. Like, who ever expected to log their first ever inside joke with the little peanut from their womb? Not me! That’s for sure. 

So we’re playing with clay. Aria’s a bit intimidated by the blank palet as it were. She just stares at it like a pet bird at a new toy in its cage. 

“Why don’t you make a baby?” I suggest. Easy, right?

Delight. 

Looks at clay. 

Serious face. 

Looks at mom. 

Overwhelmed face. 

Where to start?

“How about I help?”

Enthusiastic nod. 

“Here, I’ll make a head.”

I hand her the pieces one by one. She forms a sort of cross between a zombie and a Picasso. 

She shows her creation to dad with pride…

Then tears it up before he can snap a picture. 


“Again?”

Oh yeah. 

This time I ask her to tell me the parts I need to make. She decides to show and tell. 


We have an OMG I’m teaching! moment when I ask her how many arms she need. 

“One,” she says in her long baby drawl. 

“But how many arms do you have I ask?”

“Ooone…”Pats arm. “Two!” Pats other arm. 

“So you need two arms!”

“Yeah!!” she exclaims. 

We finish another creature from the early 20th century abyss, head plopped mid-way on the body, arms wrapped around a mash of eyes and a mouth on the cheek. 

Then we get to the third. 

Eyes. 

More eyes!

More eyes!

A building mass of facial extremities. 

“Body?”

“No body!” she exclaims. 

“Are you sure?”

“No body!” She insists. 

Daddy comes back. In his casual way, asks, “What’s goin’ on?”

“No body!” she exclaims. 

I start to giggle. 

Aria giggles. 

“No body!” I affirm. 

“Nobody!!” Daddy agrees. 

We’re all laughing now. 

“Nobody! Nobody!”Aria chants with glee. 

I capture a video of another round. Mae watch the video and Aria explodes with giggles. “Nobody! Nobody!”

Twenty minutes later Aria won’t let me put her down for bed. She just wanted to stay in my arms. She’s still smiling, like she’d just had the best evening ever. 

I move to the rocking chair, holding her like an infant, rocking her to sleep like we haven’t done for seven or eight months. 

“Nobody!” she whispers and giggles. 

Then slowly drifts to sleep. 

No Mommy to call

I just realized that all those moments where I want someone to call and I strum through my contacts and just can’t find the right person, what I really want is to talk to my mom. It’s been so long, I’d forgotten what that void was. Fourteen years next month. Miss you mom. 

Feeding her babies + first real experience with fear

I was washing dishes and Aria wanted me to come with her as she gave her dolls a stroller ride. I off-handedly asked if she’d fed them dinner yet. She looked quite concerned and immediately got to work. 

She washes her plastic food in the sink and gets a stool to get atop her little kitchen to grab some plastic plates. 

Then she carries a plate of food and a baby to the dinning table. First she pushes the plate onto the table and then the baby right next to it. 

She returns to her kitchen to get a second plate and another baby. 

There you go babies! Got you some good food to eat! 

I’m already stunned and think she’s done, when she goes to get a third plate.
She sets it on the table then comes back to push her final baby in her stroller to the table. 

I didn’t forget you baby. You just had to wait your turn!

She adjusts the babies until everything looks good. 

Then she looks over everything. 

Dang! She realizes. I missed something!

She goes back to make another plate of food. 

Babies can’t eat alone, of course!

She heads to the table to join her little family with her own plate of food. 

I’m about to snap another picture, imagining this remarkable, picturesque scene. 

A soothing British voice cuts across the room. 

“Warning! The alarm may sound. The alarm is loud!”

“BEEEEEEEEEP!!!! BEEEEEEEEEP!”

Aria drops her plate of chicken, steak, and ice cream. 

She cries out for me, stumbling about, her eyes wide with terror. 

“MOMMY!” she wails. 

I leap up to the ceiling to silence the alarm. DH’s steak sizzles in the background. Wafts of garlicky smoke float up all around me. 

“MOMMMMY!” 

I pick Aria up and she winds around me arms and legs like a baby chimpanzee. 

Urgent and full of emotion, Aria points fervently at the stairs. 

I rush up. She’s probably right. We should get away from the smoke. 

She points frantically toward the master bedroom. 

“How about we go to your room and read books?” I suggest. 

She practically drags me into my bedroom. 

She insistently points to the bed. 

I sit down. 

Impossibly, she winds even tighter around me. 

And then she just breathes. Her heart races like it did when she was a little cashew in my womb. 

In and out and in and out. 

I wonder if she is asleep after a while, but for thirty minutes she clings and stares at  nothing. I stroke her hair and whisper soothing promises in her ear. 

You’ll always be safe with me, little one.”

“I’m here. It’s okay.”

“I love you.”

Slowly. Slowly. Her heart begins to calm. 

Her breathing lengthens. 

“Do you want to lie in the bed?”

She nods and we lay out together. She shifts around for a while. 

“Do you want me to turn out the lights?”

Firm nod. Lights out. Snuggle close. 

Every minute or so, she reaches out to touch my face, just to be sure I’m still there. My heart melts. 

I’m so lucky. I get to protect and comfort this special little girl. My girl. My daughter. I hug her close. She pulls me closer. 

Another half hour passes. Maybe longer. Finally she journeys into a deep and peaceful sleep. 

And that’s how Aria survived her first real brush with fear. 

This time she pointed out colors to match clothes

Something is really clicking for Aria about colors. It’s interesting of how months of games grouping colors are now translating into real-world decision making. 

Yesterday I convinced her to wear a pink hoodie because it was cold and, selling point to her, it had pockets. I usually have to sell some feature of an article of clothing if I want help instead of screaming and combat while dressing her. I am becoming quite the clothing diplomat!

After we got the hoodie on, Aria looked down at it thoughtfully. She then matched back to the drawer, examined the contents for a moment, then pulled out a pink fleece. 

She grabbed a clump of her hoodie and pushed it up to the fleece in her other hand. 

“Pink,” she pointed out. 

She looked up at me expectantly. 

“Do you want to wear that too?” I asked after a pause. 

Big head nod. 


On an aside, she then insisted we go outside to the playground, which she’d been hinting at all morning. We did and I was a half hour later to work than usual. But I was the happiest I’ve been in weeks all day at work. 

It matters when you start the day out right. 

Dice! Why toddlers are the coolest. 

So we’ve been playing this game for months. I’ll roll the die and she might pick it up and match a colored fruit to one of the sides. Then who knows what’ll happen to the fruit! No respect for rules at all. Game rules are my bible. Clearly she’s switched at birth. That would also explain the blonde…

Then today, with no promoting, she picks up the die, shakes it wildly until it tumbles out of her little palm and onto the laminate flooring. She retrieves the six sided die, says the cooor on the top and brings it back, then matches it to a fruit. When I instruct her to put it in the basket, she eagerly complies. 



We get through five fruits this way. 

Then she gets back to making up her own rules and starts dealing out the orchard cards like we were playing blackjack or something. Kind of like that. 

I just don’t know how it happens like this. Is it will or understanding? When did it click to roll that die. We haven’t even played the game for a week!

I’m baffled. It’s official. Toddlers are so cool!!