Conversations with Eleanor

Last night "we" (I mean Jason, and I just didn't talk) tried very hard to convince Ellee to not go to bed with her pacy becy.  I'm not up for this battle; but found Jasons frank and indepth conversation with an insane 2 year old hilarious. It went something like this:

Jason: "Elle; come here for a minute I want to talk to you about something."
Ellee: "Okay Papa."
Jason: "Lets just have rivee and cuppy and Bambi for bed tonight, okay? How about we don't have a pacy tonight?"
Ellee: "Ma pacy becy.  I want ma pacy becy."
Jason: "Lets just use cuppy tonight.  How about no pacy. Okay?"
Ellee: "I want to talk to momma about this."

She came to find me and I had to keep pretending I didn't know what she was CLEARLY asking me.  Crap her eyes can get pretty sad in a FLASH.

Then, when Papa was reading the bedtime story, Shishter Summer was behind her bed and I was in front of her. (YES, we ALL need to sit and listen to bedtime story... don't judge) Ellee turned around and about 6 inches from Summer's face and whispered "GO GET ME A PACY".  She was hella serious; I know Summer was scared. 

BUT we managed to not have pacy; it only took an extra hour and 45 minutes of rolling around in bed.  Gawd help us.