Most days, I choose not to look inside and close “the room” to general viewing. If someone forgets to pull the door shut, I, unprepared for the vicious assault on my senses, cringe as I walk past, and pretend it doesn’t exist. Just doesn’t exist. It’s a figment of my imagination, a portal to another, […]
I'm a kid who never thought she'd be married or a mom.
Now I'm both.
And that's just fine with me.
Archive for the ‘KidSpeak’ Category
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 […]
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.”
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