Mom's Job

Nana bought Tay some walkie talkies. Not just any 'ol walkie talkies...these looked like little cell phones. Oh boy.

We were driving home from Nana's and Tay broke them out, handed me one and stated talking to me, from the backseat.

I hear all sorts of things and then she asks a question. I answer and she says:

Thanks for teaching me that.

I push the button and say: It's my job.

I hear:

No it isn't, your job is to boss us around.

Mom, it's warm.

We have problems with chocolate Popsicles. Tay loves them. She tried to eat them in lieu of other food so after I turned her down for the third time today because she didn't eat the prepared food she said:

OK.

????

She put it back and disappeared into my bedroom to watch Sponge Bob.

A few minutes later (commercial most likely) she comes in a says:

You know, Mom, it's warm. I am warm. (fans herself with her hand)

And Popsicles are really good at cooling you off.

I'm serious.

Apparently I was laughing out loud.

Food and Drink

We don't go to church much, it's tough with Bug. And unless you have met him, and spent a day with him, you would think it was a feeble excuse but it isn't. The last time we took him, he spent the time banging anything he could find on the back of the pew, when he wasn't doing that he was arching his back trying to get away and screaming at the top of his lungs. No comments, please, about just don't let him get away with it...we have no choice about it.

SO...we take Tay to church. She has been before but for some reason, she has gone dumb about it.

We are awaiting the sacrament and she says:

Hey! We get Food and Drink.

Me: Kinda. Be quiet.

After the bread she says:

When are they bringing the drink?

Me: In a minute...be quiet.

They bring the water...she looks at it, looks at me and takes a cup...and keeps it. I, giggling, tell her to drink it and them put the empty cup back in the center part of the tray. She does it and then says:

When are they bringing the OTHER drink?

I am laughing and Nana is laughing but we tell her: They aren't...we'll discuss this later.

Tay: OK, I thought there would be more.

Ballerina Police Officer!

Tay has long been saying she wants to be a Police Officer when she grows up. Really I have no idea why, so it is all her.

Today I told her:

Well, if you want to be a Police Officer you should take Karate or Jujitsu instead of Ballet.

Tay: No, I will still do Ballet.

AND be a Police Officer!