Tuesday, June 5, 2012

It never ends . . . the chatter, I mean.

So many great BC-isms today.

As she sat in her high chair (having slept through dinner after a long nap) she announced that she did not want to eat anything. I gave her the plate of casserole and broccoli and said, "Well, whenever you eat this that's fine." She responded, "Never?"

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She saw her Daddy standing on a chair to paint the trim in the bed room.
"Are you standing on the chair all by yourself?"
"Well, honey," he replied, "I'm allowed to."
"I'm not allowed to! Not ever!"

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She was playing with her Thomas the Tank Engine set and she had every engine hooked together (she never uses the trucks). As they made their way around the track, she narrated with "They're taking them across the wide sea . . . to faraway places."

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