3-year-old: I haven’t tasted my Beagle yet. Me: You mean your bagel. 3-year-old: Yeah. My bagel. A Beagle is a dog. Can we have a Beagle puppy someday? Mommy? Me: I don’t know. 3-year-old: Will you cut my Beagle now?
What You DON’T Want to Find in the Trash
Snippets of honey-hued blond hair that belong to your preschooler. Me, showing her clumps of her hair: What’s this? Clearly, one of those rhetorical questions moms sometimes use during necessary interrogations. Girl with New Hairdo: Uh. I dunno. Me, examining her locks and noticing some new layers: Did you cut your hair? Girl: Maybe. IRead the whole post >>
Rx
Sick Child, who just finished throwing up: Mommy, I’m sick, so I’m gonna needs lots of liquids and lots of lovin’.
Tall Tale
Madeline: Is Daddy going to be verwry, verwry old? Like 70? (Our 3-year-old referring to Daddy’s looming 30th birthday.) Me: No, he’s only going to be 30. Madeline: Oh. Well, he’s going to be verwry, verwry tall when he’s 70. (Daddy’s already 6’3″ and I think he’s seen the last of his growth spurts.)
Cinderella Stew
Some girls like to make their princesses beautiful. My 3-year-old prefers hers al dente. Is it just me or is my daughter perhaps repressing some negative feelings toward the whole princess craze?
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