Last Friday morning, I'm driving the kids to Mother's Day Out and they are bundled up in their little coats, looking too cute...
Mommy: (looking in rear view mirror at the kids) "Who's my blue-eyed boy? Dawson!"
(Dawson looks at me and grins.)
Mommy: "Who's my big brown-eyed girl?"
Clara: (in her little sing-song voice that we love) "Clara!!"
With only the slightest pause, I hear this from the backseat:
Clara: "Who's my green-eyed authority? Mommy!!" (I of course am laughing at this.) "Who's my brown-eyed authority? Daddy!"
I am still laughing over that exchange!!
Today, Joel and I are enjoying lunch together while the kids play in the living room when Clara runs up to me at the table and says, "Mommy, I saw that big fly and I need the fly swatter. I need to hurt his feelings." So I think, why not. I give her the fly swatter and she runs back to their play table, crawls carefully under it and then we hear her say, "Hey fly, where did you go?" I love that she expected the fly to still be there. So she stands up and begins looking in the air for the fly while calling out, "Can you come down now please? I'm just going to hurt your feelings." All of this while holding the fly swatter of course. :) No surprise that when she wasn't looking, that rather large fly made a bid for freedom out the patio door. Too bad the screen door was shut by that time and Mommy got him with the fly swatter first. Hee hee. :)