E, after losing her train of thought mid-sentence: What was I going to say?
Me: I don't know, sweetheart.
E: I wasn't asking you! I was asking my brain!
E: Do carrots grow on trees?
Me: No, they grow underground.
E: Well, how does the farmer know when they're ready?
Good question, indeed.
Before I go to kindergarten, I'm going to learn every word there is. And in Spanish and French.
|I believe it, kiddo.|
To her daycare teacher: "I'm having scallops for dinner tonight. They're delicious and packed with protein!"
E, demystifying her dinner strategy: I like to eat the things that don't taste good first. Then they don't mess up the taste of the good things in my mouth.
Me: What did you draw?
Elle: Our family. Me and Elise are flying kites. But we're only holding onto them with our giant thumbs.
E is constantly making up songs, which often are comprised of nonsensical words or phrases, but somehow always end up rhyming perfectly.
E: I better take a bath tonight so my friends don't think you're a bad Mommy who lets her kids stink.
Hmmm. I do vaguely remember using this as a time-for-bath argument in the remote past...
Me: Elle, that picture is gorgeous!
Elle: Thank you! Is it so beautiful that you want to stay awake all night looking at it?
E: "Take a picture of me doing my batgirl pose"
|Destined for Broadway|