Conversations
Lately we've been reading a version of Sleeping Beauty FRE-QUENT-LY.
Laylee (wearing big pink wings): Magoo can be the wicked fairy. (to Magoo) You can be the wicked fairy.
Laylee (slamming Magoo's head between two pillows): You're the wicked fairy and I'm the good fairy. (slam slam)
Magoo: WAAAAHHHH!!!!
Me: Laylee. Please stop hitting your brother.
Laylee: He's the wicked fairy!
Me: Not anymore. He doesn't like being the wicked fairy.
Laylee: Then YOU're the wicked fairy.
Me: No I'm not.
Laylee: Yes you are the wicked fairy.
Me: No I'm not.
Laylee: Okay, I'm the wicked fairy.
Later today -
Laylee: We're having juice for dinner.
Me: Yes
Laylee: Did Jesus make this juice?
Me: Well, Jesus and Heavenly Father made the earth and they made the plants that grow on it. So they made..
Laylee: And goats?
Me: Yeah, goats too. So someone squeezed the apples to make juice.
Laylee: So Jesus made this juice?
Me: Okay.
Laylee: It's easier to walk if you have feet. We have feet and so we can walk. Did Heavenly Father make us our green couch?
Me: Not really. He made the trees and then we used the wood to make the couch.
Laylee: Penguins are supposed to have wings.
Me: Yes, they do.
Laylee: So they want to fly.
Me: Yeah, but they can't fly with their wings.
Laylee: Do penguins have fish on their movie (been watching 'March of the Penguins' lately)
Me: Yes, they eat the fish.
Laylee: What do the baby penguins eat?
Me: You know how Mommy eats food and then it turns into milk in my body like magic and Magoo eats it out of my breasts?
Laylee: Nods
Me: Well, the momma penguins eat the fish and then it turns into special baby food inside of them and then they feed it to the baby penguins out of their mouth
Laylee (attentively): So it's like magic. And the fairy godmother uses her wand to make a magic dress for Cinderella to wear. She can’t wear her pink dress if it gets ripped.
Me: Yeah.
Laylee: But now Cinderella's not lost.
Me: Oh? Where is she?
Laylee: She's in the cupboard. See. (Runs to cupboard and pulls out the dvd case)
Me: Ah.
Laylee: Up please.
I lift her up.
Laylee: You are the strongest girl in the WORLD!
posted by Kathryn Thompson at 6:27 PM
14 Comments:
Laylee needs a blog, she has lots to say.
That was so adorable.
2/20/2006 6:51 PM
Laylee needs to come live inside my heart. I heart her. And that Mr. Magoo guy, too. And you.
2/20/2006 7:19 PM
I loved that phase. For the first week. And then it drove me batty.
And I like that she knows you're the strongest girl in the world--Charlie just tells me, 'You're not OLD. YET.'
2/20/2006 7:27 PM
Hey! I didn't know you were visiting my house! You should have at least come in and said hello. :D
2/20/2006 7:40 PM
Conversations with our children are so much fun.:)
2/20/2006 8:25 PM
rofl! My kid talks my ear off but I have no idea what he's saying since he is only two. Maybe that's a good thing?
2/20/2006 8:39 PM
LOL! What a funny girl.
2/20/2006 8:42 PM
I love the "okay" answer - noncimmittal and usually successful. :) Lol.
2/20/2006 8:45 PM
I can't wait until the scritchy one (hmm... not sure my wife would like that name) and I have a few munchkins. Maybe then we'll get into some deep, intellectual discussions!
Until then, we have to make do with the looks of wandering awe she receives from one of our neighbor's kids. Today, we crossed paths with the family as they shuffled past us to their car. Their smaller son (about 2), however, stopped dead in his tracks and was absolutely rivted to watching my wife try to open our door with a load of groceries. About 10 seconds later, the parents noticed they were short a munchkin and came to collect him, but found it difficult to remove him from his position. We traded grins, and they eventually got on their way.
2/20/2006 10:51 PM
Hee, hee... sounds way better than any conversation I ever have!
2/21/2006 6:29 AM
This reads like a transcript from my day! Only my 3yr isn't into Cinderella he's into trains and trucks, so I get all sorts of statements and questions all day long about what Thomas and his friends are doing (and a few about Nemo too!)
2/21/2006 10:32 AM
Don't you just LOVE kid logic?
And people wonder why our brains hurt at the end of the day. Or even by breakfast time!
But that's why they call it the "toughest job you'll ever LOVE...."
2/21/2006 11:25 AM
This reminds me of my niece's statement when, at age, oh, maybe 5, she threw her brother, age 3, to the floor and then said, and I am not making this up, "We're playing a game. It's called 'I Knock Him Over Because He's Such A Cute Brother.'"
2/21/2006 7:23 PM
Laylee says the cutest things! My boy is not near as destructo as your boy. He's so mild that I wonder sometimes. I hear all these boy stories and so far, I have been unscathed. Time will tell.
2/22/2006 8:26 AM
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