Dance has started back up with the beginning of the school year. That means we spend a lot more time in the car which is when Ellie is at her most ponderous. (And when I wish I had one more hand so I could write everything down).
Mom, you don't like cats, do you?
No, they make me sneezy.
I do. I like to play with them, but I don't let them scratch me. I just run away.
'Cuz I don't want cat germs, you don't like those. AND so I won't turn into a cat. (small pause) I won't, will I?
Is this a true rule to wash your hands before eating?
Yes, honey we always do that.
I never knew that rule. (Um, parenting: FAIL?)
Why do we eat dinner?
So we can grow big and strong.
Oh, like giants? Giants who can lift houses way up high? Or like dinosaurs?
And when my son turned his nose up at my noodles and shrimp stir-fry with complimentary mandarin/romaine salad (with the proclamation that I'm purposely trying to stunt his growth by serving food I know he won't eat) she saw it as an opportunity to score some points:
I LOVE this dinner, fank you for making it so good with noodles.
I love the smell of Outside when it looks like this (overcast skies).
And just before bed:
Mom, I'm so so hungry. If I eat something healthy I fink it will keep me awake. I need something that will make me sleepy (she was angling for processed food, which is a endangered species in our house)
Would you like some cantaloupe?
Eying it suspiciously: Umm, I fink that's healthy.
And all this was just today.