La Tormenta

My Bigsby is a night owl.  Every night we get numerous visits from her with all sorts of things she needs to "tell" us.  It gets frustrating.  So in an attempt to keep her off guard we are always coming up with strange ways to get her to go back to bed.  Sometime Rob growls, which worked for a while.  Sometimes I threaten to tickle torture her.  Sometimes Rob pretends to call, Santa, the tooth fairy, the easter bunny, the candy man (which ever holds more sway that day--you get the idea) to tell them  Sig has been naughty and shouldn't get . . .whatever they come bearing.  

Well last night, after three or four visits, we decided to confuse her.  I spoke every sentence I knew in German, and Rob made up gibberish, while pointing frantically at her room.

Signe stared at us like we had gone mad and said, "What? Go to bed?  I can't understand you." a couple times--to which we nodded and continued to speak nonsense.  

She looked at us with her head tilted and her brow furrowed for a couple minutes. Then her brow cleared and she pointed in the air and said, "La Tormenta!" with a triumphant smile.  (We have been learning Spanish words with the girls the last little while.) 

We were so surprised we busted out laughing, which caused her to giggle too.  But having one-upped us she turned and ran back to bed.

I thought it very fitting that the word she chose to use on us was 'The Storm."  That's Signe. . .my little storm.