Regarding a diaperless Clare…
Lucy: “That is a pretty big bottom. I’d like to keep looking at it. ’Cause it’s pretty big.”
To Clare playing in the living room…
Samantha, in her sweetest cajoling mommy voice: “I appreciate you doing good. Thank you.”
Tag Archives: Kid Quotes
Would you prefer peas?
Me: Would you like some broccoli?
Samantha: I don’t like broccoli.
Me: What do you like? Besides cookies and candy.
Samantha: I like ice cream and cake. And icing on cake.
My mom claims she gets it from her, and that she got it from her mother. I think it’s time to start making some “nutritional” cookies. ;) (= sneaky mommy face)
Holy Water
Lucy has a theory. She thinks that all we need to do to make the world a better place starts with a little Holy Water. You take some of this “magical” stuff in a cup, and go find a bad person. You have two weeks to do this, as she assured us this evening that the water stays good for two weeks. When you find the bad person, you have them drink the Holy Water. Then they won’t want to be bad any more.
I want to live in her world.
But I Nana!
That was Samantha’s explanation. Now for the story.
I was next door at Bob and Mary Lou’s house, with Clare. I thought that Ben and Helen (Craig’s parents) were at the store, and Lucy and Samantha were swimming with Uncle Sean. When I came back, I found that Ben and Helen were back and Samantha was in trouble. Apparently after they had finished swimming, she had put on a pair of Nana’s shoes, which meant she was Nana, with all the rights and privileges accompanying that. So she unlocked the back door, went out and got herself a beer out of the mini-fridge by the pool, because, as she said, “I thirsty.”
Livin’ Large
Craig: Did you know your Mom is 28 years old?
Lucy: She’s so large!
Horses…
Lucy turned the rocking horse on its side since it was sick, and was looking at its tummy. ”It’s a girl,” she announced. ”How can you tell?” asked Grandma. Lucy: “It has eyelashes.”
Quotes from Clare’s 1st week
A little late, as she is now two weeks old! I thought I had already posted this.
I just wish I could remember them all…the girls have been on a roll!
Samantha: “Why your bottom is scary?” (“Scary” is how I described my incision. I don’t know why she thinks it’s on my bottom.)
*****
Grandma: “What we need is a yardstick.” exits toward room where yardsticks live.
Lucy: runs for the back yard to get a stick.
*****
Samantha (chalkboard eraser in hand): “I don’t want Lucy on there anymore.” (She tried to remove her drawing from the calendar.)
Home at Last
Well, it’s been 3,200 miles, but we’re finally home again. And we have lots of stories, but it’s bedtime, so here’s just a little something to spark you interest.
We had the privilege of staying at a Catholic Worker farm the other night, and when we got up in the morning, I told Lucy to look out the window at the chickens. She said,
“Look at that bird singing (=crowing)! That’s the one we’re going to milk!”
You’ll be happy to know we straightened a few details out for over the course of the morning.
More to come.
Poor Step-mother! or, Why we don’t watch much TV these days
We were visiting at Chris’s mom’s house while he and Kelly were in town, and sitting down to white beans and rice with the three of them and Granny, when Lucy raced into the room.
Lucy: “The step-mother is here!”
I start to ask one of those motherly questions which draws out the story behind her pretending, but before I can form the words…
Lucy: “I’m going to kill her!”
And she was gone again. I turned red, shocked, and sent Craig to deal with this. He deals with football players and wrestlers and marine-wanna-bes on a daily basis, after all. Apparently Lucy was protecting her friend, Meadow, from the step-mother, who was going to hurt her.
I never thought of God like that…
Lucy: “If God was made of glass, and had a thing in his back so you could wind Him up, like a wind-up bunny, then he could go up to the sky and come back down from the sky.”
And later in the same car ride…
Craig: “Have you ever tried to talk to Jesus?”
Lucy: “No, I’m too shy of him.”
