Kids are Weird, Part 72

Last night Mallory instructed Chris to "act like a baby." After some protest, he obliged by snuggling next to me and making baby noises. Mallory leaned in and, with a gleam in her eye that suggested she was about to deliver the best joke ever, said, "Hey, baby! You married your own mommy!"

Later I heard Phoebe saying to herself, "Boy or girl? Boy or girl?"

I said, "Phoebe, are you a boy or a girl?"

"I boy!"

"You're a boy?"

"Noooo!" she laughed. "I not!"

"Are you a girl?"

"Noooo! I not!"

"Then what are you?"

"I Beebee!"

Just Finished Reading
...four excellent books:

Adverbs by Daniel Handler
The Center of Winter by Marya Hornbacher
Me Talk Pretty Some Day by David Sedaris
Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl

Comments

Anonymous said…

I just finished Me Talk Pretty Some Day too. It was good.

Mom

11:51 AM

aimee said…

love the hat!

Thanks for even more books to add to my ever growing "need-to-read" list. :)

1:36 PM

A Picture Post

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Scene: After the Christmas pageant. Me: You did great, Mallory, we're proud of you! Mallory: What was your favorite part? Me: Hmm. I liked the "Whatcha Gonna Call That Baby?" song. Chris: I liked that one too. Me: But I also liked "Joy to the World." Mallory: Joey in the world? What's that? Me: No, joy to the world, the song you just sang. Mallory: Oh yeah. Me: That's one of my favorite songs. Phoebe: A favorite song is a song that's your favorite and you like it and you sing. (Pause) Phoebe: And you dance. Mallory, before the show, in front of our haphazardly decorated Christmas tree. Phoebe declined to be photographed. All I was able to photograph of the event itself: Phoebe, objecting to the camera's flash: Now she closes her eyes before I snap every picture. Sigh. But she's cute anyway! And so is Mallory! And their dresses match! We're thinking Arby's: Okay, that's it! Recently read: The Golden Compass and The Subtle Knife . ...

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