Or maybe being a toddler is like being on drugs. I don't know what that is like because I have never tried an illegal drug in my life. But I imagine it could be like a toddler's mind.
At lunch today this was the conversation, all delivered with wide-eyed enthusiasm:
Ivy: Maybe I can eat angwy pasta. You not know what angwy pasta is? Its just... you eat it when you are sick. I ate it. You know who has it? Pinnochio's kitchen table has it. He do's (does). I saw'd it. And he has chocolate apples candy pizza. And wombs (worms). Weally ugly gwoss cooked wombs. (laughs) Just for pretend wombs. I'm just kidding about that. Candy wombs.
And hair. (laughs again) Gween beans. Chocolate gween beans with apples. And lollipops, and corn and chocolate chip ice cweam, vanilla cweam cheese, womb stockings, frutilla* carnival, cookies, um... pasta... plants...Missouri...a little bit of cookies but it has wasbewwies in in it. And chocolate, and tree...hm what else... snakes, lizard cookies, clouds...um um um... and nuffing else.
(pauses, looking at her plate)
Mom! Don't tell me there's potatoes in there!
Me: There are potatoes in there.
Ivy: I'm fweaking out!
Ivy: Because I love potatoes.
* Spanish for strawberry