Yesterday at the breakfast table, Toots looked up from her Cheerios with a sudden urge to tell me:

Mom! You DO NOT want to get into a fight with Abraham Lincoln!

 
To which I non-thinkingly replied:
Why? Because he’s dead?
 
Prompting her to roll her eyes and say:
No! Because if you disagree with him, he will talk for two [...]

 
Today Booger asked me for a “huggle,” which made me want less to stick her on an ice floe and shove her off to sea.
 

Toots: What’s for lunch?
 
Me: (thinking fast on my feet) Uh, something good.
 
Toots: And healthy?
 
(Oh, my sweet little pupil!)
 
Me: Yes. Good AND healthy.
 
Toots: How about pepperoni salad?
 

As I was finishing up the last post, Alexa came up to me.
“I’m stunked,” she said.
Thinking she meant “stumped,” I corrected her.
“No, stunked,” she insisted. “It’s a Spanish word I made up for tired.”
 
That kid’s perfect.
 

This morning, my daughter tells me, “I really, really, really want to be a policeman.”
 
Thinking this sounds like something she’s really thought over, and not wanting to discourage her from the dream, I say, “Yeah?”
 
“Yes,” she answered resolutely. “Or a unicorn.”
 

As I was putting on my makeup the other day, my almost four-year-old asked me if she could help me decorate myself. Then, when I started singing a few minutes later, she asked me to “turn my mouth down.”