Saturday, November 21, 2015

The Potty Dance

S: Do you have to go potty?
Me: No.
S: Then why did you do the potty dance?
Me: When?
S: You were doing the potty dance in the kitchen.
Me: I was just dancing!
S: Oh...

(So that's what she thinks of my smooth moves?!)

Thursday, November 19, 2015

The No Drama Rule

At bedtime:
S: (calling out from her bedroom) When are you going to check on me?!
Me: I just did.
S: Well, check on me again to make sure I'm not doing drama!...
Me: (sigh)
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Wednesday, November 18, 2015

A-men

At bedtime prayers:
Me: ...Amen.
S: A-women! Hahahaha!...

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Woman Coins

Sophia was helping me count bills and coins today:
S: I made a pile for the man coins and a pile for the woman coins.
Me: The women coins? What women coins?
S: (holds up a nickel to show me Thomas Jefferson's image) This woman coin.
Me: Oh, he's a man. He just kind of looks like a woman because he's wearing a wig. Men used to wear wigs a long time ago.
S: No, he's a woman...

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Bear Meat

Laura's Post:
Me: Sophia, what do you feel like eating for dinner?
S: Can we have some bear meat?
Me: Um...I know we live in Northern Michigan, but....
(She has agreed to settle for buffalo. Thanks for that, Laura Ingalls Wilder.)




Thursday, November 5, 2015

Bathroom Wildlife

Laura's Post:

Sophia: I'm SCARED of the dark!
Me: Why?
Sophia: Because there's wolves and lions and dragons in there!
Me: In our tiny bathroom?
Sophia: Yes.
(That's a lot of wildlife in a two bedroom condo.)

Monday, November 2, 2015

Shooting Stars & Space Robots

Sophia and I stood outside together admiring the beautiful stars tonight:

Me: Did you know that shooting stars aren't really stars?
S: They aren't?
Me: No, they're actually space rocks flying through the atmosphere so fast that they catch on fire and burn up. Sometimes you can see them shooting through the sky really, really fast....
S: But what will happen to the robots!
Me: What robots?
S: What will happen to all the robots in space? The space rocks  might hit them really hard and knock their batteries out and the robots won't work anymore.
Me: I guess you're right. I've never thought about that.
S: I don't want to go to space. It's too dangerous.
Me: I don't want to go to space either. I'd rather stay right here with you....