Ivy-isms: She's going to hate me one day for putting this on the blog

Ivy spent the night with her Maw (a.k.a. Debbie, my mother-in-law) on Saturday night.  So this Ivy-ism is written by her.

Ivy: "Maw.... I need to potty."

Maw: "OK ..... Let Maw help you."

Ivy: "Thank you, Maw." (as I'm setting her on the potty).

Maw: "Ivy, do you need to Number 1 or Number 2?"  (Knowing that she likes her privacy for Number 2)

Ivy: (Ivy turns her head to one side, rolls her eyes to the upper right and putting her right index finger on her chin indicating that she thinking and processing the question)

                        "NUMBER 16!!"

Maw: "Well Ivy...... I probably need to call Mommy and Daddy then."  (While laughing my butt off)

Ivy: "NO MAW! I want to spend the night....call them tomorrow!"

Maw: "I think I need to call them now..... I don't think I can handle a Number 16 by myself!!!  (laughing with tears in my eyes.)


***Chris and I got this call while furniture shopping.  Debbie was soon told not to call us and start the conversation with "You guys might want to come pick up Ivy........."  Debbie, you nearly gave your son a heart attack!  We have also explained to Ivy the difference between a #1 and a #2.***