Here are a few Kaeta stories I’ve been meaning to blog.
The other day we had some friends over, and I had a beer with dinner. The bottle was still sitting on the table half-full as we were cleaning up after eating. I was putting a plate in the dishwasher when someone gasped — I looked up, and Kaeta was drenched! I thought she’d spilled some water, but then I saw the beer bottle she had dropped.
I picked her up and took her upstairs to change. On the way up, I asked, “Kaeta, did you drink any of the beer?” She said she had.
“Did it taste good, or bad?”
“Bad!“
Yesterday I was reminding Kaeta how to spell her name.
ME: K-A-E-T-A. Kaeta! Can you spell Kaeta?
HER: A-B-C-D… F-G… Kaeta!
In her bedtime storybook tonight, there was a picture of a band with four animals playing instruments. I asked Kaeta about it:
ME: What’s that?
HER: Piggy.
ME: What’s he doing?
HER: Playing drums!
ME: What’s the monkey playing?
HER: <unintelligible>
ME: It’s called a clarinet. Can you say “clarinet?”
HER: clare-net.
ME: What’s the bear playing?
HER: Hide-and-seek!