When Amaya doesn't obey, we'll give her a chance and say, "1....2....3!"Up until the last week or so, Steve and I haven't gotten much past the number 1 when she decides to obey. Now, when we get to the number 3, she runs away from us screaming. Fun, right?
So last night, I was working on a puzzle in the dining room and here's our conversation:
Amaya: "Mama! Play?"
Me: "Mama's going to put in a couple more pieces and then I'll come upstairs with you and play."
Amaya: "MAMA! PLAY!"
Me: "I'll be right there."
Amaya: "Come on! ...2...3!" (for whatever reason, she can't say the number 1).
I guess I wasn't obeying very well... Out of the mouth of babes....