Today at lunch:
Livi (sitting at table, facing sliding door) pointing: Ava! Airplane!
(Ava is passionate about airplanes. We now live close to an airport. She’s in heaven.)
Ava (jumps out of chair, looks out window): I don’t see it, but I believe you.
Livi: (looks sheepish)
Me: (don’t miss nothin’): You’re lying, aren’t you?
Livi: (nods affirmatively)
Me: (give speech about how disappointed I am in her)
Livi: (feels remorse)
Earlier this week:
Ava: What is skinny? When your belly is all the way in? (looks down at hers) Mine’s all the way out.
Me: Yeah, mine, too. Don’t worry though. It’s cute when you’re four.
Last week sometime:
Me: (hungry, pour bowl of cereal)
Twenty minutes later…
Me: (even hungrier than before)
Me: (thinking to myself) Man, what’s up with my voracious appetite?
Me: (walk out to kitchen. see my untouched bowl of cereal)
Me: Man, what’s up with my brain cells?
Ava (reading one of the Chronicles of Narnia to Nina):
I got her bankment veckmark. And her checkment for her doctor partment. Number eight, and I’ll catch it. She’s an eight to her pound a seven, eight months. For the doctorment… (goes on for ten more minutes)
Have a great one!