I can’t keep up with all the things my almost-three year old says. The highlights of a couple of hours with her…
“You made this traffic, Mom!” “Sweet Pea, the cars are driving slow that’s why there’s traffic. It’s not my fault.” “It’s your fault, Mom! You did it.”
“Dad! Kyle’s not sharing pizza!” (Is this starting already?! And over food!)
“I need to practice.” (Wearing her cowboy hat and yelling yee haw!)
“Kyle, your stomach hurts? “(He mentioned that 2-hours ago and only she remembered.)
“Don’t you want to write aunty a letter, too?” “Oh well, too bad”, she said.
“I smell something. It smells like…doo doo!”
“You smell good, Sweet Pea.” “Dad smells stinky!”, she exclaims.
“Your nose is big, Mom.” (I remember pointing out my mom’s flaws. This is payback.)
“Mommy, Daddy, Kyle, and Brooke. Home safely. Amen!”