Come Together.

This is a post I started last week and saved without posting. I'm just going to add to it today and combine a lot of things that have happened over the past week or so.

How old is Mommy?
"2"

How old is Papa?
"3"

How old is Yaya?
"2"

How old is Grandma Nina?
"44"

Who will be the President?
"Gigi."

Are there lifeforms on other planets?
"Uh-huh."
What kind?
"Peanut Butter."

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?
"1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10."

What are pickles made out of?
"Spots"

Who is going to win the Super Bowl?
"I am."

Who is going to win the World Series?
"Really Giants gonna win." (I will have you know that my child predicted this last week, I am just posting this late)

(Talking about my shoulder) "Wow! Cool armpit, it has lots and lots of freckles."

Why does it rain?
"So clouds start getting rainy. So I don't like water in the cups."

What is a family?
"A rain water glass."
(I think she's a little stuck on rain)

What do you want to be when you grow up?
"A cow with a cowboy hat."

What should I be when I grow up?
"A farmer. I mean Wow Wow Wubbzy."

Why did the chicken cross the road?
"So it's all want." (Translation: It wanted to)

What can you hear the ocean when you listen to a sea shell?
"A princess"

Is it Soda or Pop?
"Soda"

Are we humans or are we dancers?
"Humans."
Any explanation?
"No."

Saturday Lucy told me she wanted to show me a magic trick. So she takes two crayons and places one under a scarf and holds the other one like a wand. She says "Mommy, I'm going to make this crayon appear. Abracadabra! Pickles to pickles!" She pulls the scarf away to reveal...a crayon (that she placed under the scarf)! I applauded, she bowed.

Lucy was a sailor for Halloween and to Lucy Sailor = Pirate. So she went around saying "Arrgh!" and "Aye-Aye!" all night long.

When Lucy wakes up of a morning or from a nap she says "I have more injury!" What she really means is energy, but she refuses to be corrected.

Lucy also insists that Donald Duck says "Aw, Phoo-it" instead of "Aw, Phooey."

Last night while at my friend Jon's to deliver a cupcake, Lucy was teaching him how to say his ABC's and every time she got to "...T-U-V..." she would start over again at "A..." Finally I made her step away from the bale loader (if I got that right, you should be so proud) and we got through all 26 letters. Phew...I thought maybe we needed a little refresher.





TA-DA! POST COMPLETE!