One of the main reasons I blog is to keep a digital journal of sorts to help me remember details about this busy, sometimes sleepless season of life. So much of what keeps this season entertaining are the little conversations we have with the girls about the things that concern and interest them. So, here are some of my favorites from the last few weeks:
The Preschooler: One of the boys in my class moved to Alabama. And, not just for a trip, he really moved there.
Me: Oh, yeah? Did he move last week?
The Preschooler: No. It was when I was 4. It was back in the old days.
Oh, yes. Way back in the winter of 2012… those were the good ‘ole days.
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The Toddler: What’s Mickey and Minnie’s last name?
Me: Well, I’m not sure… I guess it’s “Mouse.”
The Toddler: Are Mickey and Minnie married?
Me: Umm…, I think so. Yes. We’ll say “yes” they’re married.
The truth is… I have no idea. I mean, are they technically married or have they just been dating exclusively all these years? Well, because I had to know AND because this will be a recurring question from the Toddler, I looked it up. And, as it turns out, many other people have shared the Toddler’s concern about the marital status of the mouse couple. The consensus seems to be that Mickey and Minnie have remained friends but never “officially” married on screen. But, in 1933, Walt Disney said in an interview, “In private life, Mickey is married to Minnie.” Well, now that’s complicated. But, OK. For our purposes I think we’ll just assume they’re married.
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The Preschooler: Lucy’s been on an airplane.
Me: Oh, really? Where did she go?
The Preschooler {in all seriousness}: To outer space.
Me: Well, I think Lucy might be joking around with you.
The Preschooler: Huh-uh! It’s true. She really did. She told me she went there.
I could be wrong, but I think it would be international news if a preschooler made a voyage to outer space. I think this might be my cue to work on gullibility with the Preschooler.
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Me {while attempting to open a stubborn tube of yogurt at lunch one day}: Honey, I can’t get this yogurt open today.
The Preschooler: I have an idea! Why don’t you use your keys?
Me: OK. I guess we can try that.
{So, the Spouse and I work as a team and manage to cut the top off the yogurt using the car keys}.
Me: Well, that was a good idea you had.
The Preschooler {straight faced}: I know. It’s because I’m a genius.
And, this would be my cue to work on humility with the Preschooler.
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While playing a game of “I Spy” in the car…
The Preschooler: I spy something purple.
The Toddler: I don’t see anything purple.
The Spouse: Yeah, there’s not anything purple around here.
The Preschooler: Oh, yes there is.
The Spouse: Where?
The Preschooler: It’s in my head.
The Spouse: Well, that doesn’t count. We can’t see what’s in your head.
The Preschooler: Yes, you can. You just look at me and roll your eyes back in your head. Then you can see what I’m thinking.
Well, now that would be pretty cool. If only it were that simple… The Preschooler really knows how to take games like “I Spy” to a whole new level of difficulty.
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