Catch-up

BC has been prolific in her quotables lately.

The other day, she woke up and announced that she did not need breakfast and was not hungry. She would wait.

Within 15 minutes, she was rolling around on the floor smacking her brother and whining. I asked her what her problem was. "I'm mad because you haven't fed me." Oh, indeed. I'll get right on that.

As I was getting her breakfast, she once again began acting badly and I reminded her that her next stop was her room. She did not amend her behavior. "I've already warned you, sweetie, that you're going to your room if you can't be pleasant." She responded, "Fank you for that warning, Mommy."

Derelict though I am, I did manage to get her breakfast on the table. She polished off two whole pieces of french toast. When I noted that with no small amount of surprise, she said, "OH, I fink that's my problem."

Last night, as she played outside with Daddy, she was quite talkative. Charlie was barking at them from the house and she began channeling me: "Grrr, Charlie! That dog is something else! I'm furious with him!" Daddy then pulled out some bubbles and let her play with them. He asked if she had ever done that before. "No," she said, and then corrected herself: "There was that time with the waitress." We realized she was talking about when I was pregnant with her little brother and we went to Cracker Barrel, where the manager was wandering around with a bubble gun blowing bubbles on the porch. That was this past fall. Meaning nearly 10 months ago. She was 18 months old. That frightens me.

She followed that up with a gleeful shriek when she heard a train. "It's a freight train, Daddy!" He asked if it was Thomas the Tank Engine. "Umm, no. It's too far away. It's in Canton."

This evening we stopped at a little festival at a nearby church and BC was entirely overwhelmed by the whole thing, partly because she had fallen asleep in the backseat on our way. So we packed her back into the car and took her for ice cream instead, which was much lower key. As we shared our ice cream with her, she announced, "Don't just eat it all, people." We chuckled at her and finished our ice cream (with her help), at which point she announced, "That's all there is, Maffew. That's all there is."