Stop talking to strangers (Part 10 million)

Today Elise told a cashier she had a funny voice.

She also shouted "EWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! SMOKERS!!!" while pointing at a group of people smoking outdoors (because it's the law here).

Clueless

Elise is in the bathtub throwing water in the air screaming "It's raining miracles! Praise him! Oh praise him!"

I tell you this with 100% certainty. I have NO IDEA where that came from. Was she a revivalist in a past life?

Odd.

Look what I can do!

Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do!


That is all.

Please stop talking to strangers.

There was a young man walking across the Costco parking lot. You could tell he thought he was pretty cool that day. He was wearing skin tight jeans, motorcycle boots, a black leather jacket and sunglasses with flames on the sides. He had a swagger like he was certain he could take on the world.

My child spots him and says "Ooooh. Ohhhh. Look at that guy."
She yells "HI!"
He stops, smiles and said "hi" back to her.
Then she asks him "Are you a real race car driver? Or just playing dress up today?"

Poor, poor deflated ego.

Everyone needs magic pants

Elise slowly walked out of her room carrying a pair of black cotton Circo brand pants.

E: Mom?
M: Yes dear.
E: It appears that I have no magic pants. Would be OK if I call these my magic pants? I know they aren't soft enough to be magical, but is it lying if I pretend they are?

Serious Discussion

Last night while reading stories, Elise was studying my face and eyes.
I asked her if something was wrong.
E: Mommy? Why do I not look like you?
M: Some children look like their Mommy and some children look like their Daddy. Some children look like neither parent and just look like their own person.
E: But I don't have spots and I don't have those eye lids like you have.
M: I know. But you look just like daddy and he looks pretty good.

She sighed heavily.
"OK. I guess I will look like daddy. I don't mind my supple lips, but when will I get my beard?"

The Easter Bunny

Yesterday afternoon there was a little rabbit sitting by our deck chewing on new grass. Elise spied him and stared in wonder for a while. She asked if she could go out and talk to him, but daddy told her he'd hop away when the door opened.
She lightly tapped on the glass door and whispered "Thank you Easter Bunny."