After taking out the trash:
K: Does it still stink in here, or is it just me?
L: It does smell bad in here, but I don't think it's you.
After a rousing rendition of "My God is So Big" in the car, which finishes with the lyrics "There's nothing my God cannot do!" (I'm feeling like a good parent--my child is spontaneously singing praise songs!)
L: Hmph. (a little dejectedly) My God can't do nothing!
Observing while I tried on a new skirt:
L: (circling around me, tugging here and there) Ooh, la, la! It's beautiful! And it covers your butt really well.
Asking about friends at her sitter:
L: I played with Gabe today.
K: Good! (Gabe is 1 and has been walking around with a pacifier in his mouth every time I've seen him).
K: Can Gabe talk yet?
L: He can talk, she said, then explained, He's just not very chatty. You know, like Pap.
At bedtime tonight:
L: How do babies get in bellies?
K: Oh. um...
K: Does it still stink in here, or is it just me?
L: It does smell bad in here, but I don't think it's you.
After a rousing rendition of "My God is So Big" in the car, which finishes with the lyrics "There's nothing my God cannot do!" (I'm feeling like a good parent--my child is spontaneously singing praise songs!)
L: Hmph. (a little dejectedly) My God can't do nothing!
Observing while I tried on a new skirt:
L: (circling around me, tugging here and there) Ooh, la, la! It's beautiful! And it covers your butt really well.
Asking about friends at her sitter:
L: I played with Gabe today.
K: Good! (Gabe is 1 and has been walking around with a pacifier in his mouth every time I've seen him).
K: Can Gabe talk yet?
L: He can talk, she said, then explained, He's just not very chatty. You know, like Pap.
At bedtime tonight:
L: How do babies get in bellies?
K: Oh. um...
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