Me: What's this yellow stuff in this cup?
S: I have no ideer.
Me: You mean you have no idea?
S: No, I said I have no ideer. Didn't you hear what I said?
Me: Yes, that's just a weird way to say it. Who taught you that?
S: I have no ideeer...
Sigh...as an English teacher, little pains me more than my own kin sounding like a backwoods yokel...Laura just confessed that it's a British pronunciation. Sophia got it from her, haha!
Thalia and I are enjoying a bag of Planters Tropical Fruit & Nut Trail Mix that I found sitting on top of her stroller. Sophia sits down to snack with us:
S: I love that snack!
Me: Oh yeah? Me too.
S: Can I have some?
Me: Yes.
S: Did you know it has delicious white chocolate, uhh, white chocolate covered, uhh, white chocolate...
Me: Do you mean yogurt covered raisins?
S: Yes! Yogurt covered raisins! They're delicious!
Me: How come I don't see any in the bag.
S: I ate them all....
I give her the stink eye, less because she ate them all, more because I would rather not have known what I was missing, and now my Planters Tropical Fruit & Nut Trail Mix experience is substandard! She cares not for my pain...She just laughs and asks for another handful...
Laura's Post:
S: Look, Mama, I made a fruit fly habitat and an ant habitat...
Me: Wow.
S: ...in my room.
Her fruit fly habitat was a half eaten apple in a mug of water...
Sophia volunteered to reorganize the shoe closet:
S: Mommy has too much shoes in here!
Laura: It's too many shoes.
S: I know! You have really much shoes in here!
Laura: Say too many shoes, not much shoes. Say too many when you can count them.
S: But I can't count them because there are too much shoes in here!...
Sophia was shouting political chants in the house that she had picked up on the playground at school today:
S: Yay, Donald Trump! Yay, Donald Trump!...
Laura: Sophia, stop that!
S: Yay, Hillary Clinton! Yay, Hillary Clinton!...
Laura: Sophia! No matter whose name it is, when you shout it repeatedly, it's really annoying...
Right. Plus the fact that after a year and a half of relentless political rhetoric, I'm ready to move on...Really. Ready. To move on...
On the way to the polling place:
S: Who are you voting for, Daddy?
Me: Actually, honey, I like to keep that private.
S: How come?
Me: Because too many people can't talk about who to vote for without getting angry.
S: I knew you were going to say that.
Me: Maybe you should keep it private, too.
S: No, I don't keep that private.
I knew she was going to say that...Another reason why I keep my vote private. Haha...
In a gas station unisex bathroom, Laura tells Sophia not to touch the bathroom key once she has washed her hands:
S: Why?
Laura: Because people take it into the bathroom, and they don't wash their hands.
S: You mean they lie to their mothers!...
