Digging through her bag of candy from last weekend's Boo at the Zoo (I'll try to finally write about it tomorrow), she found a piece of gum that somehow hadn't already been handed over to her brother. She and AJ negotiated some sort of deal awhile back - he gets all the gum and she gets the Dum-Dum suckers.
I suspect their treat treaty has just hit a snag, because Sydney made an important discovery this week.
Sydney: "I do like gum!"
Me: "Then where is it?"
"It's in my tummy."
"You're not supposed to swallow it, remember?"
"I didn't swallow it?"
"Then how did it get in your tummy?"
"I ate it."
I reminded her that she's just supposed to chew gum, and when she's tired of chewing, then she should spit it in the garbage.
"Oh. Can I try again?"
"I suppose."
She picked out a new piece, carefully unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth. Less than five seconds later she leaned over the garbage can and - with all the force she could muster - spit out her gum.
"There, I'm done."
Satified, she walked away. Some day we'll work on the cliche of walking and chewing gum at the same time. I don't think she's ready for that yet. For now, we'll just focus on chewing.
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