Me: Allie, what kind of milk do you want with dinner? Almond or Rice?
Allie: Ummm....Almond. You know, just like we say at the end of our prayers in Chapel -
Allie: Here mom, smell this...This is super stinky. It must be from Daddy.
Me: What does it smell like?
Allie: I don't know, but it must be from Daddy's socks.
Allie - I don't ever want a baby!!!
Me: Why not?
Allie - 'Cause I would have to wipe poop! Yuck! And besides, they are too much work!
Me: I thought you said you cleaned your room!?!
Allie: I did. Kids clean it different. They clean it the way they want to. Not the way that Mommy's do.
Me: Well, if you want to play a (an Allie shuffled i.e. ice cream cone card will be on top and shockingly it will be her turn to go first) game of Candyland later, I think it would be a good idea to clean it the way that Mommy does.
Allie: Oh yeah...okay!
Erik made the made the mistake this morning, while trying to be funny, of asking Allie who was cuter - him or Justin Beiber. Her answer without hesitation was Justin Bieber. Jump to an hour later, while they are busy pulling up our old baseboards, this conversation happens.
Allie: Daddy, I love helping you with projects.
Erik: I love you.
Allie: Well, I love you. But, Justin Bieber is the cutest!
Love you, Miss!

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