I took her to the playground one day (she was about 15 months old) when she wanted to go up the big slide. Unfortunately the slide was covered with sticky glue from the tree next to it. Mona managed to get on top of the slide all by herself, but couldn't slide down because of the glue. Not matter how hard she tried. Finally she made it to the ground. She demanded me to go up. Not wanting to argue with her, I got on the slide, but couldn't slide down either (of course). I said to her, "Mona, it's not working!" She replied, "Mama knows …"
I was driving in the car with her (Mona) - one day (she was 16 months of age at this time) - when two motorcycles passed our car. I said to her (in baby language), "Look, motorcycle" She replied, "Two!"
It was her bedtime. That's when I take the chance to go to the Jacuzzi. She asked me where I was going? I said that I was going to the Jacuzzi. She asked why. I told her that I wanted to relax and rest. Her remark: "Why aren't you doing that at home?"