Friday, September 24, 2010

Pass the tissues, please

Words I will mourn when she learns how to say (use) them properly:

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.)

***
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.