Thursday, February 28, 2013
Conversations With My Daughter: The She-Said-What?! Edition
Lily (praying): Be together. And we had a great day. And we take pictures. And building. And we play in the grass all day long. And a great day. And its not my bedtime. Amen.
Lily (complaining of hunger): There's a frog in my tummy. Ribbit! Ribbit!
Lily: Are you upset? (cuddles into me) I'm upset too.
Lily (rubs her tummy with a pained expression): I think its gas.
Lily: So how are you today?
Mommy: I'm good. How are you? What did you do today?
Lily (after a long pause): I hurt my feelings. (looks away from me and holds up her hand palm out) Don't talk. I hurt my feelings.
Lily: Mommy don't say no a me. Its not nice.
Lily (holding my breast pump): I want to pump some milk. I'm thirsty.
Lily (holding a long strand of hair in her hand): Mommy can I have my scissors for the eewie? Its from your crotch.
*I debated putting that one on the blog to be read and reread by complete strangers, but hey, why not? I'm sure at one time or another we've all had our two-year-old bring up the subject of things...down there...in public. No??? Oh. Well...then...moving on.
And just for the record, that strand of hair was from my head.*
Lily (talking to her baby doll that she was "nursing" but then pulled off of her): See those teeth marks? You're biting me. I have to stop. So I have to nurse on the other side. (puts her on other side then pulls her off) Ow. You're still biting me.
Lily: You're a grownup Mommy. You plug things into the wall.
Lily: You don't eat flowers, you hold them, 'cause they're special.
Lily (rubbing her head and speaking in distressed tone of voice): Ouchie.
Mommy: Are you ok?
Lily: Just give me a minute.
Lily: Look a butterfly. When I get big, big older I can learn to fly and catch it. When I have wings.
Lily (sitting in her car seat as we're running errands): I thought we going to Home Depot!
Mommy: What do you want to get at Home Depot?
Mommy: What kind of stuff?
Lily (pauses): Tools for Daddy.
Lily (admonishing the dog): You can't sniff my butt Toby. Its got poo poo in it!
Mommy: Is Daddy funny?
Lily: Yeah, he's funny. You're not funny.
Lily: Its 20 'o' clock. Its time for my bedtime.
Mommy: What time do you go to bed?
Lily: In 30 minutes.
Lily: When I'm big, big older I'm going to get poked by a cactus. When I'm at school I'm going to get poked by a cactus. And then I'm going to squeeze the blood out. And I'm going to say ow! that hurt!.
Lily (in the bathtub): Daddy, I'm washing my crotch so I can go to the museum.
Lily (pointing to an item on a menu): What is that?
Mommy: Its an appetizer.
Lily: I like applepizers.
Lily: Oh! I got bitten by the door.
Lily: I'm not a little baby anymore. Sometimes I plug lights into walls.
*See January 28 quote for explanation. :)*