L2 (3yrs) (looking out at the open pasture along the interstate): “I think that would be a good campsite over there. We should come back and go to that campsite sometime. But…I don’t think that campsite has a picnic table.”
Of letters, numbers, and trains…
Me: N-n-n-nine. Do you know what letter the word “nine” starts with?
L2 (3yrs): The train car Percy!
Fwiw, Percy is actually number 6.
How many?
L1: I am four and he is three. Are you guys almost to 100?
Like a Tree
L1 (4yr) was coming downstairs after having just seen his post-bath hair (sticking up!) in the mirror.
L1: Daddy! I look like a tree! God made me to look like a tree! It says so –Psalm 1!
Evolution of a Doggy Name
L2’s faithful stuffed companion has gone through several name changes in its short 3yr life. He started out as just “doggy” and continues to gather new names.
L1 (4yr) to L2 today about the animal’s names: “Is he Clifford-the-Baby-Harry-the-Dog-Snoopy?”
L2: YES!
Birthday Delights
L2 was turning three and got a birthday voicemail from an aunt, uncle, and cousins out of state. He listened intently as I played him the voicemail of a Happy Birthday song and his aunt specifically telling him happy birthday.
L2: Who is that?
Me: It’s Aunt ____ and Uncle ____ and your cousins – ___, ___, ___.
L2: OH! I love those people!
On Miss Jess
Miss Jess joined us for a couple weeks to help nanny. As they headed outside to play one day, L2(3y) asked, “Are you going to come with us, Miss Jess?”
Miss Jess: Yes.
L2: Because you love us and we are so fun to watch!
Later, we were picking Miss Jess up after she visited a friend.
L2: We are going to get Miss Jess because she misses us!
Who Made Us?
I was talking to L1(4y) about Psalm 100…
Me: For the Lord – He has made us and not we ourselves. We are His people, the sheep of his pasture.
L1: That’s wrong. God didn’t make us.
Me (confused): Why do you say that?
L1: Because [the midwife] made us in the special place in your tummy! And then she helped us get out!
On licking the mixing spoon
L1: Can I clean that on my mouth?
You get what you get
During the sharing of summer sausage, cheese, and crackers mentioned in the earlier post, this conversation also ensued.
L1: You gave me cheese! I wanted summer sausage! Give me summer sausage!!!
L2 (very, very calmly): You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit.