Laura's Post:
Me: Thalia has a tooth. That's why she is drooling. In England we call it dribbling.
S: Why do you speak English even though you come from England?
Me: You mean why do I speak American English?
S: Yes.
Me: Because then people can understand me.
S: But how did you learn to speak a whole other language?...
(Yes. It is pretty impressive. Thank you for noticing.)
Laura's Post:
The grossest thing happened to me...
I cleaned out her lunchbox the other day and saw that she didn't eat her pretzels, so I ate them.
Three days later I asked her if she wanted pretzels in her lunch again. She said she didn't like them. They were too sweet, but she had licked the outsides...
Thhhbbbbpppttt! : p
S: I thought you were going to watch the moos.
Me: You mean the news?
S: Yes.
Laura's Post:
Sophia wanted to know why worms come out when it rains:
Me: We could look it up.
S: On your computer?
Me: Sure. You know we didn't have computers at home when I was your age. We had to go to a library and find a book.
S: About worms?
Me: Yes.
S: Did you have doors?
Me: (laughing) Yes...You know we had to wait a whole week for one episode of our TV shows, too, and we could only watch one episode at a time.
S: (wide eyed silence)
Walking three miles to school through the snow: Easy.
Living without NETFLIX: Mind blowing!
S: Do you want to hear about my dream?
Laura: Yes.
S: I can't tell you because it's inappropriate.
Laura: (loud laughter)
S: (telling the dream anyway) Once upon a time there was a horse, and he had panties.
Laura: (more laughter...)
Me: Was that a real dream, or did you just make that up?
S: Just a pretend dream.
Laura's Post:
Me: Sophia, why do you love Annie so much? (I'm thinking the dancing, music, cool house...)
Sophia: (with great enthusiasm) I love it because Annie gets to run down the street ALL BY HERSELF! She runs down the sidewalk. She runs in the road. And there are NO grownups around! She is all by herself!...
Laura's Post:
So I was standing in the kitchen licking my wounds and surveying the mess after a massive tantrum from you-know-who, when that sweet serene voice, a little hoarse from screaming, floated in from the living room singing, "Jesus loves the little children..."
Was that the voice of an interceding angel or Machiavelli?
Once again, A+ for timing. It's a good thing she is still precious in our sight...
Sophia wanted to know what my students and I were doing in the car during our long drive back from the Stratford Shakespeare Festival:
S: Were you listening to the news?
Me: No, we listened to music.
S: What kind of music?
Me: Uh, love songs, I think.
S: Borrrrring!
Me: Boring? Most songs are love songs!
S: Borrrrring!
Me: But your favorite songs are love songs!
S: No, love songs are boring...
Me: I'll turn on the radio. I'll change the tuner. Tell me when you hear a song that you like.
S: I like that song!
Me: Guess what? That's a love song!
S: Oh...
(I let her pick a couple of other radio tunes that turned out to be love songs, too.)
S: Why did you and Mommy want to have two children?
Me: Because we loved you so much, we thought it would be fun to have another baby to love. You were our first love song, and Thalia was our second love song. Two love songs are better than one!
S: Haha. I'm a love song...
S: I don't want to eat my cookie anymore. It's got bad things in it.
Laura: How does it have bad things in it? I'll eat it!
S: It fell on the floor...
Laura walks into the bathroom and finds our daughter on her hands and knees singing while "scrubbing" the floor.
Sophia looks up and explains, "Every time I do housework, I sing 'It's a Hard Knock Life'"...
