oliviaisms

Josh had late shift last night, so the girls and I were dining alone.  I rarely sit down and eat with them when Josh isn't home.  

But, I had actually planned a dinner for the evening, so I sat down and ate with them.  Everyone was in a really great mood, and no one complained about the food.  Well, maybe Amelia complained about the food, but I didn't notice because she complains every night about the food.  I digress.  

Anyway, so we had a great dinner.  The girls were laughing with each other and telling stories.  And it seems like the end of our meals always turn into making silly faces at Olivia and trying to get her to do funny things.  

Tonight, Olivia was just jabbering away, saying absolutely nothing decipherable {as usual}.  Amelia looked right at her and said, "Olivia, your words make absolutely no sense!"  This reminded me of another dinner conversation shortly before Olivia was born about her possibly being Chinese and us not being able to understand her.  And then I thought, maybe she IS speaking Chinese and that's why we can't understand her.  Just something I'm currently pondering.

So, as a little background to the next part of the conversation, Olivia's favorite word is no.  All day long.  I'm sure I'm not exaggerating when I tell you that she says it at least 200 times a day.  She often says it once very firmly and loudly, and then follows that up with several short, trailing off nos.  

Conversation between A and O:

A: Olivia!  Do you know what a cow says?!

O: NO!!  {As in, don't ask me these types of questions; I have no time for your silly cows! Think Grumpy Cat style.}

A: Olivia, a cow says "moooooo"!

O: {in the same tone that Amelia just said mooooo}  Nooooooooooo!

Hysterical laughter followed.  Love these girls.