"Who's that MaryAlice?" Daddy asks as she points to Santa?
"That's Noah," she says without skipping a beat. (Annabelle called him Moses when she was that age)
While holding the shepherds from my breakable figurines of the nativity scene...
"You need to go potty? I help you, otay. You have panties on? Good. (While suspending them over the toilet seat) psssst. Oh! Good job. You get treat. You get M & M.
Pointing to santa in the mall we ask MA who it is and without skipping a beat she says, "That's Merry Christmas."
"Smile Mommy, I take picture... of your butt" (I'm fully clothed sitting on the bean bag chair)
"Mommy you want to go in a fish with me?" she says.
"What are you, Jonah?" I ask
"yes, I Jonah. Can I go in a fish when I get older?" she asks.
I don't respond right away.
"Oh, I older. I can go in fish. I Jonah," she says with a giggle
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