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Bailey found two brushes in my bathroom and held up the blue one.
"This one your faygrit?"
"Yes, Bailey, that one's my favorite."
"NOOOO, your FAYgrit!"
"Yes, my favorite."
"NOOOO, your FAYGRIT"
sigh.
"Yes, it's my faygrit."
"SEE? I told you."
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Conversation from the backseat:
Me: We're going to the bank.
Skylar: The bink?
Bailey: No! Pink.
Skylar: The pank?
Bailey: No, the pancake.
Me: No, the BANK.
Skylar: They have pancakes at the bank?
oy.
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Skylar: Mommy, when I'm old like you, will I have sharp hair on my legs too?
(Don't get me started on how many things are wrong with that statement).
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Skylar: MOMMY! Bailey's wearing panties that say Sunday on them!
Me: Yes. Why is that a problem?
Skylar: Because it's Thursday.
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I took Skylar to the store with me and wiped down the cart with a antibacterial wipe. She asked why I wiped the cart and I told her it was because I cared about her and didn't want her to get sick. Her eyes got huge and she said, "Daddy doesn't wipe the cart! He doesn't care about me!"
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Occasionally when I get frustrated, I will end my request with "for the love." I.e. "Bailey, goodness gracious! Can you please stop banging that stick on the bookshelf, for the love?!" Sooooo, the other day I said, "Bailey, please stop screaming." And she replied, "for the love?" :D
Have a great weekend all!
