capturing the dialogue of experience...
Amelia: This is good chocolate cake, Mommy.
Me: Thanks, baby.
Amelia: We should make this for Santa Claus.
Husband: And why is that?
Amelia: Because Santa Claus loves chocolate cake, Daddy.
Me: Oh, he does?
Amelia: Yes, it’s his favorite.
Husband: And who told you that?
Amelia: Jesus did!
My 3 year old daughter got in trouble for making a friend at preschool ‘wear’ mulch in their hair.
My 2 year old son has decided it’s fun to say ‘Ricola!’ and shout ‘Yea, Girls!’
My newborn baby girl pooped so explosively that it ended up in her hair…how?
And, it’s not even 5:00 yet…
There’s still dinner, baths, reading time, and bedtime…
My 3 year old daughter got in trouble for making a friend at preschool ‘wear’ mulch in their hair.
My 2 year old son has decided it’s fun to say ‘Ricola!’ and shout ‘Yea, Girls!’
My newborn baby girl pooped so explosively that it ended up in her hair…how?
And, it’s not even 5:00 yet…
There’s still dinner, baths, reading time, and bedtime…
