My sweet little Smush is two and a half. I could squeeze her all day, and I probably squeeze her far more than she would like. But whatever. I’m the Mom.
Smush loves koalas. Can’t say that I blame her as they’re adorable and fluffy and sleep all day. It’s kind of a parent’s dream.
Smush also speaks incredibly well for her age
because she has two mouthy sisters. But she does have trouble with the this one word: koala.
And when she says it, it maybe sounds more like Kahlua, a coffee-flavored liquor that tastes delicious in
everything desserts and coffee.
And her misuse of the term has the potential to cause some concern among unknowing onlookers. For example:
- Mommy, can you help me find my Kahlua? I can’t find it anywhere.
- I love my Kahlua. I’m going to keep it forever and ever.
- Mommy, can I sleep with my Kahlua? Pleeeaaaase?
We’re way past recognizing you have a problem if you need to physically sleep with the alcohol. Plus, Smush loves the dentist, and I have a feeling she would frown on a sippie cup of booze at bedtime.
There’s no age requirement for Benadryl though, right?