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!

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*

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.