Tuesday, September 30, 2014

The Shape Of Things

I forgot to tell you about the Play Doh.  Yesterday she was playing with it while I printed some of J's schoolwork.  She came to me with a piece that had two very clear circular bumps about half an inch apart.  The bumps were about the size of pencil erasers.

Anyone want to guess how she made them?

Scrambled!

When she told me she was going to pretend to be an egg, why did I fail to foresee her rolling wildly on the floor in my bathrobe while loudly quacking?

My optimistic yearning for peace and quiet got the better of me for a moment!

Monday, September 29, 2014

She Knows Herself

C (sees a pretty pink hair bow in the store):  Oh, Momma!  Isn't it pretty??!  Can you buy it for me?  Please?  It's only a dollar!

Me:  Yes, it is pretty!  But would you actually let me put it in your hair?

C:  Yes!!! ...Uh...no.  No, I wouldn't.  (Puts bow back on display.)

Friday, September 26, 2014

Reenacting Great Literature

She ran upstairs to get her plastic horse and her baby doll.  Then she put the baby on the horse and make the baby hold a plate.  She did all of this so she could sit on the living room chair and yell, "That Sam I Am!  That Sam I Am!  I DO NOT LIKE that Sam I Am!"

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

What's in a name? (Part N)

C:  Hee hee!  They shouldn't call this breakfast sausage!  That's silly!  They should call it dinner sausage!

Hmmmmm...I guess we eat pancakes for dinner a little too often...

Friday, September 19, 2014

There Might Be Dragons...

Me:  We shouldn't do things like that because they are dangerous.
C (enthusiastically):  Oh!  You're right!  We shouldn't do dangerous things! ... Momma, what's dangerous mean?
Me:  It's when we do something that could easily be harmful.
C:  Like what?  What's something dangerous?
Me:  Well, standing on the arm of the rocking chair to reach something is dangerous.
C:  I did that today!  It was dangerous, wasn't it?
Me: Yes, it was.
C:  So standing on the arm of the rocking chair is dangerous.
Me:  Yep!
C:  And playing with dragons!  That seems dangerous!
Me:  Wha ...?
C: Unless they are nice dragons.  Then it's okay.
Me:  Well, but you won't know if it's a nice dragon or not until it's too late.
C:  Oh.  That's true.  So when I see a dragon in the back yard, I should stay inside.  Thanks, Momma!