Maizey's talent lies in talking. Though not the most coordinated toddler, the girl can talk a blue streak. Not surprising given her roots, but it's worth sharing that her vocabulary and vivid imagination make life in Ann Arbor very entertaining.
Upon seeing Will in his boxer briefs:
"Hey Dad, I like your panties."
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When Will and Grandpa Bill were talking about gas mileage:
"Grandpa, you're a yapper. Just yappin'."
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When requesting she put away her Playskool farm,
"Mom, I love you. I just don't like you."
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While driving in a freezing rain storm:
"Those wipers are making me cuckoo bananas."
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Me: "Why are you walking like that?"
Maizey: "Because my legs are just so tired, Mom."
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Me: "What do you want to drink with your breakfast?"
Maizey: "Eggnog. Pete likes eggnog. And I like eggnog. So, eggnog."
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Her media obsession has led us to live in a home with a "broken" television. Maizey listened patiently as Will explained why a broken tv is a good thing: "...well you can do a lot of other things. You can color, and play puzzles, and have tea parties, and sing songs, and do crafts..." Maizey waited until he was done, then exuberantly suggested,
"Or you can fix it!"
Media obsession case in point - after a couple of movie-fueled journeys to the U.P. she's now uncomfortably into Disney's Tangled. She's Rapunzel, I'm Pascal, Dad's Eugene ("my prince"), Lucy is Rosemary - we have no idea where that came from - and much to her chagrin, Betty is Mother Gothel. It's not uncommon to hear Maizey bellowing, "PASSSSCALLL! EUGEEEEENE!" and refusing to answer if not addressed as Rapunzel. In an Escanaba restaurant, neighboring diners approached Will and asked,
"Is Rapunzel really her name?" Ummm - no.
Never a dull moment.
