So during dinner Korbin sees two photos of my grandpa hanging on the wall. (He started in the two’s room today-his bday is tomorrow so he thinks he’s such the big kid and he’s been talking in longer sentences.)
Here’s our convo:
K-who’s that mamma?
M-that’s my grandpa. He grammy’s dad.
K-oh, your mom.
M-yes, he’s grammy’s dad. He got really old and sick and he’s not here anymore.
K-oooh he didn’t drink his juice. (Said very matter of factly.)
M-really, he got sick because he didn’t drink his juice?
K-yeah, sure, he go to doctor and get medicine and drink his juice.
M-then he would have been fine?
K-yeah. he got a cough or he fall down?
M-actually he fell down.
K-yeah, sure, he go to doctor and get medicine for that.
Apparently it takes a toddler to solve our medical issues now as well.
