Conversating with the Kiddies

Before anyone calls DCF.... Here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush....

Stardom is so wearying....

It's not really a post, exactly, Chrissie. But still, cute.

Conner, age 2 (nearly 3), as she's eating little organic chocolate bunny shaped crackers with milk:

Oh no! I'm wet. I'm all wet! (In a high pitched voice after she's dunked the little fellow into her milk)

Yeah! You sure is wet! Now I'm going to have to get a new one! (In her own voice before she eats him and moves on to the next little drama)

Conner: I love you the whole world! You're the best mommy more than anything.

Maryn, age 4: You have such pretty skin, Mom. And such pretty eyes. ... Because they're blue.

Maryn: Well, act-choo-a-ly, you see, it's because .... (fill in the blank with lots of hand waving and emphatic head nodding)

Conner: Oh no! The poo poo! You flushed him! Bye bye poo poo.

Maryn: I feel sick, Mom.

Me: You're probably just hungry.

Maryn: No, Mom, that's not it.

Me: How many noodles did you eat?

Maryn: One.

Me: How many sunflower nuts?

Maryn: One.

Me: You're just hungry, honey. Go eat.

Maryn gives me an ironic smile, "How do you know this stuff, Mom?"

(Umm. Because you tell me you feel sick three times a day, every day? You say, "I feel sick," when you have to go potty, when you're tired, and when you're hungry. And perhaps because you've been carrying best friend bucket around with you every day for the last two years and off and on for the last three and have thrown up one time in the last ... umm ... yep, that's right - two years.)
Me: Just a guess.