One day I was dressing Jesse when The following conversation took place.
"Mommy, what color is Jesse?"
Trying not to laugh. "What color do you think he is?"
"Pink or brown."
"Yeah, I can see that."
"Mommy, what color am I."
"Well, what color do you think you are?"
"I think I'm white or peachy."
"Yeah, I can see that too."
Mimi to Annley
"Annley, who taught you to hum."
"The bees."
Sometimes the truth hurts.
"Mommy, you're weird."
"Wow, Annley! I don't think I'm weird."
"Mom, look at me. I'm telling you this, because I love you. You are weird."
Breakfast
"Annley, would you like an egg?"
"Yes, but I want a clean egg & not a spicy egg."
"A clean egg? What is that?"
"Well, the egg is clean."
It took me a minute of thinking to realize that a "clean" egg is a boiled egg. A "spicy" egg is a fried egg with pepper.
1 comments:
I love this age where they really think about what they say and try to make sense. And it does, in a different wonderfully child-like sort of way. It's the best.
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