My teacher?

Sometimes, the words that come out of my mouth does not match with the thought/thing in my mind. Funny though, that most of the time, it happens when i m with Ashley.  Hmmm...

Anywayyyyy....... my daughter then takes on the role of a teacher and corrects me on the spot. It makes her vv happy n she usually smiles cheekily at me after correcting me.

Me: Deardear, mommy take out your diaper for you (Ashley is not wearing diaper anymore, n in my mind i was thinking of panty)
Ashley: Noooo, it's panty.
Me: Oops, mommy forgot.


Me: Deardear, go sit on the chair (me pointing at the sofa)..
Ashley: Nooooo, it's sofa.
Me: Oh, ya hor... mommy forgot.


Me: Deardear, where is your handkerchief? (i was visualising a bath towel, n holding on to the handkerchief)
Ashley: There... (pointing to the handkerchief in my hand)
And before i can say "mommy forgot"
Ashley: Mommy forget.
Me: :-)