Going to Town

Last Thursday I took a day off to babysit The Toddler. MHW had to attend a completely useless continuing education program in order to maintain her licence. (The problem is that after 26 years of experience as a speech and language pathologist, there is very little that practitioners with half MHW's experience can teach her. But I digress).

I spent the morning frying in my backyard as TT, seemingly oblivious to the fact that it was about 95 degrees with 98% humidity, scampered about. Thankfully, she then took a nap. So, I might add, did I.

When she awoke, I asked her if she wanted to go "to town". She enthusiastically said yes. Normally, I would have asked if she wanted to go for pizza but, since she had eaten three pieces of cheese in the morning, I thought we might go for a burger instead.

When we got to town, it was apparent that TT didn't know what town was. I asked if she wanted a burger. She said "town". I asked if she wanted pizza. She replied, "town". She started getting agitated. Clearly, she though that town was something to eat. I just had no idea what.

Desperate, I walked into the pizza store and ordered a slice and spicy fries. TT was happy. She simply can't resist pizza even if it isn't "town".

I still have no clue what TT thought "town" meant but by the end of the afternoon, after walking around town, TT figured out that it was a place.