I have to say that my children are at their best ages ever. I love them both so much right now and am forever delighted by the things they say to me. But something about my daughter's age/development is SO fun. She is working to figure out the world. Which results in questions such as:
"Dada, which pedal makes the car go, and which one makes it stop?"
"Mom, how does a bullet actually kill you? Like, how does it work?"
"Mama, what does "male" mean?" Following up: "And does female mean woman?"
"Mom, what happens when food goes down the wrong pipe?"
L: "How old is Grandpa?"
"Dada, which pedal makes the car go, and which one makes it stop?"
"Mom, how does a bullet actually kill you? Like, how does it work?"
"Mama, what does "male" mean?" Following up: "And does female mean woman?"
"Mom, what happens when food goes down the wrong pipe?"
L: "How old is Grandpa?"
Me: "Which one? Actually, it doesn't matter. They're the same. They're 74."
L: "WHAT? [I braced myself for a comment about how very old that is] They're the same?!? How come Grandpa Ollie is so tall?"
We went to a friend's house recently to confirm Lizzie's cat allergy and she definitely has one. I think we shall look for a dog when we next move. She is very sad as she envisioned a kitty...
T: "I saw somebody ate one of my Hershey's kisses from my secret stash."
Me: "Well, I don't know where it is, so you know I didn't."
T: "I know. Only LIZZIE knows."
L: half-hearted denials, with a huge smile on her face
While riding in the car:
T: "I'm the awesomest person in our family."
L: "No, you're not!"
T: "Well, who is then?
L: "Dad!"
[Me: loudly laughing]
T: "Actually, Mom is because she takes care of us."
Me: "You're diplomatic as usual, Tommy. You'll work in foreign policy."
T: "Noooo, a career in politics is my worst nightmare, especially now that Trump is elected."
Tommy loses his things at an alarming rate. Now that he is on swim team he has even more opportunities to shed his belongings as he moves through school. We talk a lot about strategies for remembering them, and to be fair, he's really trying. But just before break, he left his goggles at swimming and I asked him to look for them. After he left for school with Eli, Eli said to Tommy, "What are you going to look for when you get to school?" Tommy looked confused and punted: "Swim bag?" And Lulu said in an exasperated tone, "GOGGLES."
T: "I saw somebody ate one of my Hershey's kisses from my secret stash."
Me: "Well, I don't know where it is, so you know I didn't."
T: "I know. Only LIZZIE knows."
L: half-hearted denials, with a huge smile on her face
While riding in the car:
T: "I'm the awesomest person in our family."
L: "No, you're not!"
T: "Well, who is then?
L: "Dad!"
[Me: loudly laughing]
T: "Actually, Mom is because she takes care of us."
Me: "You're diplomatic as usual, Tommy. You'll work in foreign policy."
T: "Noooo, a career in politics is my worst nightmare, especially now that Trump is elected."
Tommy loses his things at an alarming rate. Now that he is on swim team he has even more opportunities to shed his belongings as he moves through school. We talk a lot about strategies for remembering them, and to be fair, he's really trying. But just before break, he left his goggles at swimming and I asked him to look for them. After he left for school with Eli, Eli said to Tommy, "What are you going to look for when you get to school?" Tommy looked confused and punted: "Swim bag?" And Lulu said in an exasperated tone, "GOGGLES."
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