Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Too Much Talking
"Speaking of snow! Can we have breakfast?"
At breakfast one morning, probably that same morning:
Ana: Naomi, finish your food
Naomi: My tummy is full. I dare not eat the rest.
In response to me telling them that they need to be good in order to get a special treat, Naomi shouts excitedly:
"We'll be good! We'll be good or bust!"
And Bernadette gave me a vocabulary lesson while the two of us had some rare one-on-one time the other evening:
Bernadette: Mommy, do you know what a "chole" is?
Ana: No, what is it?
Bernadette: Oh! Well a chole means that someone comes here and chomps off all the stuff in the lady's garden and pooh says "is all your stuff packed up?"
Followed by another word description:
Bernadette: And do you know what a "forden" is?
Bernadette:Well, it means that a truck runs up into a hill and breaks the hill all up and there's little duck babies coming in and a bad Walter Junior and a bad woman....
I really have no words
After being lost in thought for a little while, Naomi looks at me and presents me with a thought that is obviously ground breaking for her:
"Mommy, if I ask you for something that I am not allowed to have and you don't want me to throw a tantrum than you should probably just give it to me."
I would not have thought it was funny if she had any idea at all that she was threatening me.
One of our conversations on one of our many car trips recently:
Naomi: Mom, tell me what you want to be when you grown up.
Ana: Well, I am already grown up, but I guess when I am older I want to be like nana and grammy, what about you?
Naomi: Um, I would really like to be mother... because right now I am only a widow.
While trying desperately to get the girls to sleep one night:
Bernadette: I'm thirsty!!
Ana: do you want a glass of water?
Bernadette: No!! I want a glass of wine!
Me too, dear. Me too.