Ever since Nina turned four last week, it’s like she kicked it up a notch in the funny/profound/sarcastic/intelligent/adorable department. Seriously. She’s been out of control. I spend most of my time either staring at her dumbfounded, laughing my head off at her, or reaching across the Mancala board to squeeze those gorgeous little feet before they lose their pudge forever (well, until she hits her 30’s and it all catches back up with her).
January 11, 11:26am
Nina: Mommy, who made GOD?
January 11, 11:31am
Nina: In your belly, how do you get a baby and then another baby and another baby & stuff?
January 11, 3:39pm
Nina: Why is Daddy younger than you and he’s smart, and you’re older than him and you’re NOT smart?
January 12, 2:00pm (Getting ready to do the Shred)
Nina: Is your belly flat yet?
Mommy: (pulls up shirt)
Nina: Oh. (frown. pause.) Well, THEIR bellies are flat.
And that, my friends, is just the tip of the iceberg. And Nina’s not the only sharp tack I live with. The other three are even worse.
But, my goodness, we have fun together. And I love all four of the little (and big) stinkers with everything in me.
Have a great day, friends! If you should happen to need a bit of encouragement, I’ll send Nina your way with an anointed word.