Sick

I love seeing how Linda's 2 year old mind takes the information she gains from others, processes it, and spits it back out where she thinks it belongs. Yesterday on our walk home I was pushing Linda's stroller a little to fast for her liking and she blurted out "stop it Daddy, I'm SICK of this!" She said it again when I was asking her what she wanted for dinner. I offered up some grilled chicken and peapods and she told me that she was sick of that also. I guess I need to pay closer attention to the things I say to her when I'm angry.