I was eating dinner with Layla and Tamie the other night, I had a beer, Layla had some juice and Tamie had some Japanese pop. Nothing too out of the ordinary.
As I often do, I offered Layla a sip of beer to which she always tells me “NO! I’m not old enough yet!” and laughs. As usual, she gave me her canned response but this time I asked how old she had to be.
“Five!” she replied emphatically. “When Layla is five, Layla drinks beer!” (she speaks in the third person all the time. I think it’s because Elmo does.)
I laughed, and asked back “What can you drink when you are four then?”
You could see the wheels in her brain were working overtime until the mischievous grin on her face that revealed she had an answer. “Mom’s drink!” she answered, proudly nodding her head. “If Layla is four, Layla can drink Mom’s pop!”
Pop at four, beer at five. I had to ask. “And six? What will you get when you are six?” I asked, unsure what she would answer.
“Hmm…” she pondered, her brow wrinkled in deep thought. Finally an answer had come to her. “When Layla is six, she can have a chinchin!” she grinned.
“A what?” I asked, laughing but unsure if the Japanese in my head was working or not.
“A chinchin!” she answered again. Tamie’s giggling reassured me I knew what I heard.
The game ended there for I didn’t want to know what she got when she turned seven. For those who don’t know, chinchin is not a double-chin, it’s a penis.
