A few little conversations overheard, or had with my girls lately.
1. I was doing Brooklyns hair and Maggie was watching. Maggie said "you so pretty Brookie." To which Brooklyn replied..."sigh, you're crazy." Maggie then said, "No Brookie, YOU SAY Thank you." Apparently things I'm saying ARE getting through to her at times.
2. Driving down the road, from the back of the van Brooklyn yells..."Hey Allyson, what is Jesus' last name?" After I got over the humor of the question, I explained that he didn't have a last name, etc. So, whoever else was in the care (some nephew as I recall) said something to her, she said, "NO, he doesn't HAVE a last name. UH!"
3. This morning Maggie had my handheld mirror in her hand, standing in my bathroom. She pointed up to the medicine cabinet and said "Mom, could you please open that for me?" I said hold on, and she said again, "Moooooom, can you pleeeeease open that for me?" When I asked her why, she said, "cause I need to pwuck (pluck)." She wanted my tweezers. Good thing I've already been open with you all about my delightful beard.
I freaking LOVE little kids! They are so funny!
Pwucks and thanks,