(posting so my mom will quit nagging that it’s been awhile since I’ve updated my blog…)
I finish reading to my daughter the other night and she starts her prayer…
She: Dear God: Please help Mom, Ben, Dad, Jacob, Me, Jett (the dog), the fish and Small Pie (the hamster) have a good night’s sleep. Wait. Not Small Pie. Amen.
Me: Why didn’t you want Small Pie to have a good night’s sleep? (I figure it’s because he just bit me and she’s enacting some revenge on my behalf.)
She: Because. He’s nocturnal?
And if she were a little older she would have added a “Duh” followed by an eye roll.
At dinner the other night…
Ben: What’s up with this applesauce? It’s disgusting.
Me: What’s wrong with it?
Ben: It’s all weird and chunky.
Me: It’s homemade.
Ben: Oh. I love it! It’s amazing. So good and chunky. It’s delicious.
Me: Just pour it out. Good grief.