8/12/15, Age 9
Me: You need to try to eat venison.
Miss E: I am a vegetarian.
Me: You should try it.
Miss E: I don't eat meat.
Me: You ate a beef corn dog for dinner last night.
Miss E: Oh.
8/19/15, Age 9
Miss E: It's thundering and lightening. Do I have to go to school?
Me: Seriously?
8/2/15, Age 9
"Mom, I think Felony is allergic to dog hair."
(Note, Felony is a dog.)
8/21/12, Age 6
I took Miss E to Chick-Fil-A tonight for diner when we ran into some of my friends and their kiddos. She had a great idea and recruited two buddies to "clean the play land equipment" using a bunch of the hand sanitizer wipes. At least they meant well and had good intentions.
8/9/12, Age 6
Tonight Miss E was complaining about how her right foot was hurting from and earlier tumble. A few minutes later she was complaining again, almost crying, but holding her left foot. Once I told her she was holding the wrong foot, she stopped crying, sat there thinking about it for a second, and said, "Oh." That was the end of the conversation. This was one of those moments where her facial expression of being caught in the act was priceless.
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