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K gobbled up a piece of gnocchi on her plate and promptly asked for more pinocchi... o.
June 26, 2010 at 9:16 pm
2 year old logic
K: I like the tinkerbell one!
M: No honey, I don't like Tinkerbell.
K: Why?
M: She's not modest.
K: Yes she is. She's modest on her face. But not her tummy.
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Tummy
P: Did you finish your strawberries?
K: Yep. *Points at her tummy* They're curling up with my eggs and my sandwich.
Note: Eggs were for breakfast, sandwich was lunch, and this was evening.
Thursday, May 20, 2010 at 2:34 pm
Our discussion over breakfast
M: Do you know whose birthday it is today?
A: Whose?
M: Uncle Eric's.
A: Oh! Does he have a husband?
M: A wife?
A: Yeah.
M: No, he doesn't have a wife.
A: Are husbands boys or girls?
M: Husbands are boys and wives are girls.
A: Ok. Do I have another uncle who doesn't have a wife?
M: No, just one. All your other uncles have wives.
A: *Pause* Mommy, I'm still thinking about who I'm going to marry.
M: Really?
A: Yeah.
M: Who do you think it might be?
A: I don't know. Maybe Uncle Eric?
M: Probably not Uncle Eric.
A: Why not?
M: Well, people don't usually marry their relatives.
A: Oh.
Thursday, May 6, 2010 at 2:10 pm
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Age 4 arrives with disappointment
A: Mommy, my dress still fits me. I'm four, but I'm still little.
Thursday, April 8, 2010 at 4:31 pm
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Little conversations with little people...
K is up screaming at 5 am. Mom comes down, bleary eyed and finds her sitting on her pillow.
M: "Keira, what's wrong?"
K, pointing down frantically: "Somebody's in my bed!"
M, heart skips a beat knowing she did leave the kitchen window open a crack, tries to resist the urge to look under the bed: "What?"
K: "Somebody's under my covers!"
M, still bewildered, looks at the lifeless covers: "What is it?"
K: "A ladybug!"
M, breathes a sigh of relief and proceeds to sift through the covers. Found nothing.
K: "Mommy, I'm Cinderella and Aurora hit me."
A: "I don't want to be real. I want to be a statue."
M: "Really?"
A: "Yeah. I don't want to be real because it's too boring."
Monday, April 5, 2010 at 4:37 pm
