Crash-can
Jungling (as in, Can you jungle these cards for me? )
Helmo (as in, I'm a rully good bike rider, I don't need ta wear a helmo)
Anyfing
Hers (as in, Hers being rully mean and her never lets me do anyfing I want! Hmmph.)
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On our last bike ride I turned on the GPS on my phone to track our route, then I put in one of my headphones and listened to her with my other ear. But it was windy and the listening was tricky.
Mom, what is that counting noise? I hear someone talking.
Is it my music?
No, it's not music noise, it's counting.
I don't hear anything.
Just take out your music and listen.
I do.
I don't hear anything.
You just listen, he will come back. He's gonna talk some more. I fink it's a space ship.
Just then I hear a British accent announcing: 2.6 miles, speed: 13 miles per hour (only it sounds more like puh are).***
Just this morning while I was doing her hair she says, I don't get it. How does Jesus make you come alive? You know when you get borned? How does He DO that?
I respond, Well, how do you think?
She peered over her fingers at me, pursed her lips in thought, then raised her eyebrows and offered a guess, Magic?
Honey, Jesus isn't magic.
I know. Just fairies are.
But fairies aren't real.
She looked reprovingly at me, Tooth Fairy.
Oh. Yeah, tooth fairy.
Silly mommy.
