by toblerone on September 6, 2008
First off, a riddle for you…
Q: How many times must you wash hair for it to be free of an entire jar of Vaporub?
A: Don’t know. Three times and it’s still not out.
And a conversation from breakfast:
- ME: Hey Chickpea, Noah’s mommy had her baby yesterday.
- CHICK: Wow! Is his daddy’s name Jesus?
- ME: Um…. no. It’s Ryan.
- CHICK: Is the new baby’s name Moses?
- ME: Um… no. [I think for a minute over where she's getting all this.] Oh. Chick, you’re getting your biblical history all mixed up here.
by toblerone on August 25, 2008
A few mornings ago, I was in the bathroom brushing my hair.
- CHICK: You look like your mom.
- ME: Really? I look like Nana?
- CHICK: Yes, you have blonde hair, too.
- ME: Well, neither Nana nor I have blonde hair.
- CHICK: (she looks at my hair up close) Never mind, it’s not blonde. It’s white.*
*meaning my lovely, post-30 sprinklings of gray hair
by toblerone on August 14, 2008
Just now…
- CHICK: Let’s play hide-and-seek. You count.
- ME: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Ready or not, here I come.
- CHICK: No, all the numbers.
- ME: There are a lot of numbers.
- CHICK: Well then start counting.
Yesterday…
- CHICK: [watching TV] Hey look, Mom! They got married. Just like you and Daddy.
- ME: That’s right.
- CHICK: You had a big, big, big, big wedding. But Garbanzo and I weren’t there. We stayed home that day.
And this morning, at breakfast…
- CHICK: [eyes closed, hands folded] Dear God, please bless our food. You love us. I wish I could obey my parents. You would be so proud. Amen.
by toblerone on August 2, 2008
This morning, Chickpea was pretending to play piano and sing. Here’s the song:
“God made the rainbows, and He loves us. Mommy and Daddy got married because they love each other, and then they had a big party at Old McDonald’s*.”
*her name for the good ol’ home of the golden arches.
by toblerone on July 26, 2008
Yesterday, Chickpea was looking through the cards that go with our Hoopla game. They’re full-color pictures, so she has fun browsing through them.
She came across this one. It’s Beethoven:
She brought it to me and said, “Look Mommy! It’s Jack Black.”
Not “that guy in that movie,” or “the silly music teacher,” or “the guy in the red cape.” Jack Black.
