Miscommunication

Keely refused a nap this afternoon so she was pretty fussy. After eating a surprisingly great dinner--she was so excited to eat some red onion she bit her finger while trying to shove it in her mouth--we thought we'd run over to Uncle Patrick's house to pick up some things. So we asked her if she wanted to go for a ride. She got very excited and kept repeating ride, so we all got ready and put on shoes (during which she talked to her feet the entire time, "silly feet") and went out. Except when we tried to put her in the car she started screaming and pointing to the road saying "ride!" We couldn't figure out what she wanted so we shut the car and asked her to show us. She promptly took our hands and started walking down our little street. Apparently she was convinced this is what ride meant. We made one lap and then asked if she wanted to go see Uncle Patrick now, and she said no. After two laps, she still didnt want to go see Uncle Pat, and also did not want to go play on her swingset out back. After three laps she didn't want to do either of the last two options, OR play on the porch. Finally during the fourth lap she turned to one of us and said "up". I'm pretty impressed with how much she walked, even though she still melted down and cried when we came inside. Too tired to walk, but didn't want to stop! While we were walking every so often she would put down her head (like a football player trying to push through defenders) and yell "running, running" with "fast" occasionally thrown in. Thankfully she was holding onto one of us on each side so she did not faceplant onto the concrete.
    In other funny news, today Daniel was peeing in the bathroom and she went in and said "Papa, sit down!" He had to explain that boys don't sit to pee. Then she offered him toilet paper. And now I just thought that someday when she's older she is probably going to be embarrassed about all of these things I've posted. Eh, we've got time yet.