The old gray mare, she ate what she used to eat,
ate what she used to eat,
ate what she used to eat.
The old gray mare, she ate what she used to eat, a million years ago.
(repeat, indefinitely)
Category: Kids say funny things
Annie thinks Sous understands us
On our walk this morning, Annie told me she had an idea for Sous’ next birthday present. Earnestly:
“Come here so she doesn’t hear!”
I bend down to the stroller to receive this secret. Lips against my ear:
“It’s a—what’s her favorite color?”
“I don’t know, she’s a… Um, red?”
“It’s a RED, CHEWY STICK!!”
future horror director hones her craft
Annie’s story requests continue to develop:
“Tell me a story about when Elsa was driving with her dad, and he turned off his headlights, and all the other cars did too, and then they all had a big crash, and then the wolves and the coyotes and the werewolves and the hyenas came–”
“And the lions!” (Paul)
“And the lions came, and they couldn’t call anyone because they didn’t have their phones.”
So I told it to them, naturally. Spoiler alert: Elsa makes a big ice bubble to keep the scary animals away, and they wait it out until a police helicopter spots them in the morning. Phew.
mermaids
On Annie’s trick-or-treating bag. It’s a mommy mermaid and a baby mermaid. Obviously.
Annie’s story
Now she’s telling stories. Here’s one:
“Once upon a time, Paul pooped on a tow truck, and he had to go to the doctor. That’s the end.”