Annie: Today I learned that you start a sentence with an uppercase letter, and the rest are lowercase, and at the end, there’s a pyramid.
Paul: If you don’t let me have a free snack, I’m hitting you.
Bryan: I don’t negotiate with terrorists.
Annie to her music box, as she pulls the string, “Alexa! Turn on Let It Go.”
The kids are in the bathtub, and Annie is teaching Paul how to gargle.
Annie thinks that three-leaf clovers are the special ones, and we have the luckiest yard on earth.
The American Girl doll catalog arrived unbidden at our house, and I watched Annie enjoy it in precisely the same way as I enjoy CB2 and Design Within Reach. She is blissfully ignorant that the content is for sale.
[Annie, 45 minutes after bedtime. Her 3rd appearance at her door, and perhaps the 10th time we’ve intervened since 7:30.]
Annie: Mom, can I have one more question?
Me: Annie, I’m really disappointed to see you out of bed. This is the time to be resting our bodies.
Annie: But Mom, I needed to tell you that Paul shared some of his lovies with me.
Me: Okay, but I don’t understand why you needed to get out of bed and tell me that, or—Paul shouldn’t be—he shouldn’t be out of bed either, even sharing lovies.
Annie: But Mom, I just wanted to tell you about kindness.
Me, with a softer tone: Oh gosh, Annie. I do, I do like hearing about kindness. But—
Annie: And it’s a dog family. Okay, goodnight.
Annie: Mom, do you know who I love the most?
Annie: My whole family.
Me: That’s LOVELY, Annie. Goodnight.
[10 minutes later, still listening to them chatter]
text message from our deck contractor:
Jesus is coming by Sunday to excavate under your house.
Have a great weekend!
Paul wants to know, “Is every single thing in the world a shape?”
Overheard from my work-from-home desk.
Annie, in crisis: Oh NO!!
Bryan, soothing: Oh Paul, that’s Annie’s toy.
Paul, explaining calmly with 3-yo logic: No, see, but I WANT it.