Annie: Paul, can I tell you something?
Paul: NO!! I’m a TURTLE!
Annie: Turtle, can I tell you something?
Paul: Yes.
Annie: Turtle, um, you can swim, even if you’re not a mermaid.
Paul: Yeah, I can swim, in my turtle hat.
Annie: No, you have to swim in a swimming pool.
Four years ago, I was giving birth to our first child, and it took THIS LONG for us to accidentally smear poop on the wall by our changing table. Paul for the win.
(1-mo-old Annie, who never rubbed her dirty butt on the wall)
Paul has been tinkling in the potty pretty reliably the last few days. The look of sheer delight and pride that blooms across his face when “it’s comin’ out!” — is my favorite thing in the world right now.
“Sometimes when I push on my eyes, I pretend they’re marshmallows.” —Annie
“When I grow up, I want to be a teacher, and when I’m a grown-up teacher, I want my name to be Elsa.” —Annie
“At school today me and Eloise were pretending to die, and Winnie was helping us SO SO FAST, and then Eloise’s dad came and we DIED, and he pretended to be sad.” — Annie
at the dinner table
Paul: I’m a grown-up.
Bryan: You look like a kid.
Paul: No, I growed up.
Leslie: You growed up at school today?
Paul: Yes, I DID growed up.
Annie: Paul, you’re very very little.
Paul: No, I’m VERY VERY BIG. SEE? My legs are SO LONG.