language barrier

So lovely hubby extended his trip by a night, and Red and Pudge couldn't seem to get their little heads around this idea. Pudge walked around during the morning asking, "Daddy, where are you?" in his adorable-beyond-words little voice, and tonight Red tried to figure out his return during this little conversation that we had while snuggling in her bed:

Red: "When is Daddy coming home?"

Me: "Tomorrow."

Red, with a three-year-old inquisitive voice: "This day?"

Me: "No, tomorrow."

Red: "Which day?"

Me: "The next day."

Red: "Tonight?"

Me, hoping that this will soon come to an end: "No baby, when you wake up it will be the next day, and Daddy will come home."

Red, obviously speaking a different language at this point: "When?"

Me, hanging on to my last allotted ounce of sanity for the day: "Tomorrow!"

Red, suddenly happy: "Oh, okay."

This is all from the girl who coined the word lasterday, for referring to any time in the past, which I've actually wanted to start using in casual conversation. Clearly we need to work a bit harder on our concepts of time around here, huh?


Looking forward to tomorrow, the next day, AND the day that comes when I wake up again,