Our Plans

After waking up from a nap, this is the conversation I had:

Me: What would you like to do?

Big Girl: No, I don't want to do anything.

Me: You don't even want to go to the playground?

Big Girl: No, I'm going to Target with Daddy.

Me: Oh, I should have known.

Later, I tell her she can take her first swim of the season in her kiddie pool. We get her swimsuit on and she runs out of her room, heading for the pool. She turns around and says:

Big Girl: Come on, let's go!

Me: Alright.

Big Girl: Let's Rock On!
(who taught her that one?)

Why can't you get it right, Daddy?

So, in my attempt to keep our house eating healthy food, I have been trying to replace junk food with some healthy alternatives. This has made Daddy suspicious of everything that he eats. Today, he comes in to ask what the "corn dogs" are really made from.

Daddy: What is really in the corn dogs? Is it tofu, bean curd, dog's butt?

Mommy: (gesturing for him to eat one) You can eat one.

Daddy: But what are they?

Big Girl: They are CORN dogs, Daddy!

Big Girl, the Parrot

We have a temporary addition to our already ridiculously long morning routine. Big Girl gets to have a nebulizer treatment in the mornings. We call it her "special air." She enjoys this, because I actually let her watch tv while doing this. So, while getting dressed, this was the conversation we had:

Big Girl: Mommy, can I watch Curious George?

Me: Yes

Big Girl: You said yes!? You will let me watch Curious George?

Me: Yes, Big Girl, we can watch it while we breathe our special air

Big Girl: You are so good to me.

Knowing that she heard that and is just repeating what she heard, it made me think of the many other things my little parrot likes to repeat. Yes, included in these are the typical bad words, but one that she likes to say while she is playing with her toys, most of the time it is not out of frustration, the way her mommy uses the phrase is:
"God Bless America"

I tell you Why now

On the way home from another big day, we are way behind schedule, as usual. I am telling the kids that it is time to get home so we can have dinner and go to bed, and when I was done telling them, okay, telling myself aloud, this is what I got:

Big Girl: Do you know what time it is?

Mommy: It's time for Brother to go to bed.

Big Girl: No, it's 38!

Mommy: Oh really?

Big Girl: Yeah, It's 38, time to dance and watch Curious George and play!

Bossy Pants

Big Girl: Mommy, what are you doing?

Me: Showing your brother how to sign motorcycle.

Big Girl: That's not how you sign motorcycle. It's like this. (gestures slightly differently)

Me: No, that is close, but it is like this. (signing the way I did originally)

Big Girl: (indignantly) NO! It's like this. (gestures again)

Me: Don't speak to me like that.

Big Girl: No, it's like this. (Improving the tone, but sticking with her original sign!)

Me: Okay, fine.

Big Girl: (pauses) How do you sign motorcycle?

And our day ended with our super bossy pants on!

Me: I don't like how you are acting right now

Big Girl: But, I do like how I am acting right now.

With Why comes What

Big Girl: MOMMY! This roly poly is going to heaven.

Me: Did you just step on the poor roly poly?

Big Girl: No. The roly poly is going to heaven.

Thinking to myself: Could I really be about to ask this question?

Me: Why?

Big Girl: I smashed him with my bicycle.

The Joys of Why

Big Girl: Daddy, why did I fall down?

Daddy: (worn out) Gravity

Big Girl: Why?

Daddy: Gravity makes everything fall

Big Girl: Why does gravity make everything fall?

Daddy: No one knows.

Big Girl: Mommy, why does gravity make everything fall?