My 4 year old is ~so~ freaking sarcastic. And I don't know if I should be super proud or pull my hair out!
I just said "Ugh, I have to make dinner."
And she said "Well Mom, if you would just get up and start it, it would be done already."
YES. A 4 year old. My 4 year old.
Oh, and don't forget the ~tone~. She said it in the perfect smartass tone too.
(okay, I'm secretly more proud than annoyed. I'm so in for it.)
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Her first crush.
My 4 year old daughter has a crush. On a boy. In a band.
I have posted pictures of taking the kids to the punk band we know and somehow Ella has developed a crush on one of the boys, Chris. Last night, we went to a wedding (which Chris was in the wedding party) and after putting on her dress, she asked if she was pretty. After our approval she said "Chris is going to love my dress."
Great. She is the one who looks like me, but does she have to make my decisions even at 4? Ugh.
I have posted pictures of taking the kids to the punk band we know and somehow Ella has developed a crush on one of the boys, Chris. Last night, we went to a wedding (which Chris was in the wedding party) and after putting on her dress, she asked if she was pretty. After our approval she said "Chris is going to love my dress."
Great. She is the one who looks like me, but does she have to make my decisions even at 4? Ugh.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Maybe he doesn't have a machine ...
Before I relay this conversation, let me tell you a little background about non-mommy Nancy.
Pre-children, I didn't talk about farting. I didn't hide the fact we as humans do fart, but I left it as private. If I had gas, I'd go out of the room. I never did the farting under the sheets and stick my boyfriend's head in the cloud thing. I never had a boyfriend do that to me (One of my boyfriends may have one time but they quickly learned I didn't find it funny.) If someone else farted in front of me, I would completely ignore it. No laughing, nothing.
Now that I have children, this type of a conversation I just had is very normal. In fact, at age 36, I finally find farting funny.
~hearing rapid farting coming from one of my children~
Me: "Allison, did you just fart?"
Allie: "No!"
Ella: "I heard her fart. I hear her fart all the time."
Me: "Well, I hear you fart all the time. And I hear Allie fart. And you both hear mommy fart."
Ella: "What about daddy??"
Me: "Actually, I've never heard daddy fart. Have you?"
Ella: "Nope. Maybe daddy doesn't have a farter machine."
The cuteness of these types of conversations is that these things children say, well, they are totally, 100% serious about them. So matter of fact. Like really, it ~is~ possible that daddy does ~not~ have a "farter machine".
Pre-children, I didn't talk about farting. I didn't hide the fact we as humans do fart, but I left it as private. If I had gas, I'd go out of the room. I never did the farting under the sheets and stick my boyfriend's head in the cloud thing. I never had a boyfriend do that to me (One of my boyfriends may have one time but they quickly learned I didn't find it funny.) If someone else farted in front of me, I would completely ignore it. No laughing, nothing.
Now that I have children, this type of a conversation I just had is very normal. In fact, at age 36, I finally find farting funny.
~hearing rapid farting coming from one of my children~
Me: "Allison, did you just fart?"
Allie: "No!"
Ella: "I heard her fart. I hear her fart all the time."
Me: "Well, I hear you fart all the time. And I hear Allie fart. And you both hear mommy fart."
Ella: "What about daddy??"
Me: "Actually, I've never heard daddy fart. Have you?"
Ella: "Nope. Maybe daddy doesn't have a farter machine."
The cuteness of these types of conversations is that these things children say, well, they are totally, 100% serious about them. So matter of fact. Like really, it ~is~ possible that daddy does ~not~ have a "farter machine".
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