My three year old has been very vocal lately . . .
Talking to me:
3: Have you been old?
Me: I’M NOT OLD!
3: Yes, you are. You are an old lady.
Me: (Thanks a lot, kid). No, I’m only 4!
3: (Laughing). No you’re not . . . you’re 6. You’re old.
Me: (6? Ok, I’ll take it).
Once upon a time, there was a little kitten. She was very sad because she lost her mommy. And then she lived happily ever after because she was with her mommy again. The end.
Me: You should go outside to play.
3: I prefer to stay inside.
Conversation between me, 6 and 3:
3: What is under rainbows?
Me: A pot of gold.
6: And leprechauns. And unicorns.
Me: (Hmm, that’s new . . . ) Unicorns?
Me: Where did you hear that?
6: In movies and stuff.
6 and I are watching Dancing with the Stars (of course), and he starts singing along to one of the songs:
This isn’t like The Voice or anything, so I can sing now.
(Might be because I have told him to hush so I can actually hear the singer singing on the show, when he tries to
butcher the song sing along).
We are talking about Christmas presents for some reason:
6: Coal. What does it do?
Me: Nothing, you just get it if you are bad.
6: Well, if you owned a train, you would want to be bad so you could get coal.