Me: "Amélie, what name do you like for the baby?"
Amélie: "Chryslamumba."
Me: "Where did you here that name?"
Amélie: "It's from a book...about a mouse who lived in a flower called a Chryslamumba."
Me: "Oh... Chrysanthemum."
Amélie: "That's what I said...Chryslamumba."
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Amélie: "When the baby is born, is Daddy going to cut her vocal chord?"
Me: "What?"
Amélie: "Her vocal chord...you know, out of her belly button."
Me: "You mean, umbilical chord?"
Bo: "Well, that would solve the crying issue..."
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Tuesday, 08 November 2011
::while walking to school, we crossed in front of Bo, who was driving, as he was coming from PT::
Amélie: Why are you smiling at that car?
Me: Because that was Daddy.
Amélie: In our car?
Me: Yes.
Amélie: Oh!! I was suppose to laugh!
Amélie: Why are you smiling at that car?
Me: Because that was Daddy.
Amélie: In our car?
Me: Yes.
Amélie: Oh!! I was suppose to laugh!
Monday, November 7, 2011
Monday, 07 November 2011
Amélie: Mommy, shoes aren't alive, are they?
Me: No, no they are not.
Amélie: Then how can this shoe not like me? It won't let me tie a bow in the laces.
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::while in the grocery store::
Amélie: *puts hands on the conveyor belt in the checkout line*
Me: Amélie, don't put your hands on the conveyor belt.
Amélie: *takes hands off, put elbows on the conveyor belt*
Me: Amélie, didn't I just say to take your hands off the conveyor belt?
Amélie: Elbows aren't hands, Mommy.
Me: *glares*
Me: No, no they are not.
Amélie: Then how can this shoe not like me? It won't let me tie a bow in the laces.
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::while in the grocery store::
Amélie: *puts hands on the conveyor belt in the checkout line*
Me: Amélie, don't put your hands on the conveyor belt.
Amélie: *takes hands off, put elbows on the conveyor belt*
Me: Amélie, didn't I just say to take your hands off the conveyor belt?
Amélie: Elbows aren't hands, Mommy.
Me: *glares*
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Sunday, 06 November 2011
Amélie: If I am not pretending to be you, then I am me.
Me: Yes...I suppose you are right.
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Amélie: Daddy, I am playing with my rock!
Bo: *looks down to Amélie*
Amélie: *shows Daddy a tiny, tiny pebble*
Bo: *bursts out into laughter*
Amélie: It's not funny! It's my rock!
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Amélie: *puts hands on my belly* Where is the baby?
Me: Right here. *puts Amélie's hand on my belly*
Amélie: What is that?
Me: Probably her head or her butt.
Amélie: Ewww...butt. I am glad her butt is inside you so I don't have to touch it for real.
Me: Yes...I suppose you are right.
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Amélie: Daddy, I am playing with my rock!
Bo: *looks down to Amélie*
Amélie: *shows Daddy a tiny, tiny pebble*
Bo: *bursts out into laughter*
Amélie: It's not funny! It's my rock!
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Amélie: *puts hands on my belly* Where is the baby?
Me: Right here. *puts Amélie's hand on my belly*
Amélie: What is that?
Me: Probably her head or her butt.
Amélie: Ewww...butt. I am glad her butt is inside you so I don't have to touch it for real.
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