Seeing a friend at a birthday party who used to go to preschool with her until this August, "Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you in YEARS!"
Reading a book about Jesus' birth: "I want to go to heaven. But I don't want to die to get there. I want to fly there in a rocket, past outer space."
After the Nutcracker, to the ballet dancer in a silver wig, "You have hair like my daddy." Poor daddy.
Walking down the sidewalk in the rain, trying to avoid muddy patches, "Mud is even dirtier than dirt!"
"You can't eat cinnamon straight. It tastes yucky. But you can eat sugar straight." A child after her daddy's heart.
Getting ready for bed, "Soon, it's gonna be Jesus' birthday! How old is he gonna be?"
Me: Um, I think about 2 thousand forty something.
Flanna: "Well, I think he's gonna be one year old, mama. He's baby Jesus."
Correcting me when I miss a word in her favorite Rapunzel book, which she pretty much has memorized, "Mama, do you have your contacts in?"
Playing on the playground when I come to pick her up from school, "Hey mom, we're playing pretend, and I'm the teenager. But not a pretend teenager. I'm really a teenager!"
Sometimes I'd believe that last one.
What made you laugh today?
You made me laugh today, and my amazing grand daughter Flannery. I cannot wait to hear her voice again.
ReplyDeleteHA! HA! I would so agree with her about mud. I just had the same conversation about how old Jesus was yesterday. Except I got the look that says, "Surely you're an idiot. Baby Jesus is not 2000+ yrs old. I'm going to have to verify that information with someone else." And I'm laughing that Flanna said, "You can eat sugar straight." Who says they eat something "straight" when they're four?!?! :)
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