I love my job. I hear the cutest things from the girls all the time.
For example:
Every time I'm picking Emily up from school and walking with her to the car.
Emily: The baby in your tummy. Is the baby in the car? (wondering most likely if she can sit in the back seat yet.)
Me: No, the baby is still in my tummy. We have to wait a lot longer.
Emily has been saying "Oh my goodness", but instead of goodness it's something unacceptable in my house (no worries, she wasn't saying anything really bad). So, when she said it I told her not to say, "Oh my goodness" because repeating it to her didn't seem to be working. I can't remember the last time she's said it. I guess it worked.
Me: Oh my goodness! (I don't remember what I was saying it to. But this has happened twice.)
Emily: Mommy, don't say "oh my goodness".
Me: Oh, thank you Emily. I won't say it.
Meredith REALLY wants to go to school. Poor kid has quite the wait. So, she asked Daddy where he was going this morning.
Daddy: To school.
Meredith: Daddy, can I go to school with you?
Getting Emily ready for school...
Meredith: Emily, can I go to school with you?
Emily: No, you're too little?
Meredith: Too little? Oh.
Meredith: Mommy, can I go to school with Emily?
Me: Meredith needs to stay home with Mommy or she'll be lonely.
Or, how about EVERY time we get in the car. No matter what. Every time after we drop Emily off at school as well. No exceptions.
Meredith: Mommy, can I go shopping?
Or even when we get out of a store.
Meredith: Mommy, can I go shopping?
Or when we pass a store.
Meredith: Look! Shopping!
Where does this child come from? (Ok, Nathan. I'm not THIS bad.)