I present to you the wit and wisdom of my 4 year old darling. That's right...she's now 4. Insane. Birthday post coming when I can stop saying "My baby! Where did my baby go?!" for long enough to write it.
Alice and I were in the car (of course) driving home from a super duper fun visit to our local FiveBelow. Party favors were purchased.
Her: Mama?
Me: Yes.
Her: Wasn't that a stop sign?
Me: Yes.
Her: Then why didn't you stop?
I chose to ignore her smart ass, back seat driving self. I suppose, only being 4 and not 14 like she thinks she is, she's never heard of a California stop.
The oldest girl that I take care of is 2.5 years. Today at lunch we had a very enlightening conversation:
ReplyDeleteMe: OK, girls. Eat up, but be sure to take small bites.
C (with mouth packed full of banana): Why dat?
Me: C, don't talk with your mouth full.
C: Why?
Me: Because it's not polite and no one wants to see your chewed up food.
C: Why?
Me: Because it's icky.
C: No it's not.
Me: Yes it is.
C: But it tastes good.
Me: But it LOOKS icky.
C: Cait looks icky. Stop talking now.