Anneliese is nearing 7 years old faster than I’d like. She’s such a witty girl and is always saying things that just leave me laughing and trying to cover up.
“Mommy? Are you listening? I know someone at school. His name is Keanu. He’s a boy. His name starts with K. He did something to me that you are not going to like. He pretended like he accidentally was going to trip me and then I tripped and hurt myself and he laughed. It wasn’t an accident after all. And just you look at what happened to my skin!”
On our way to a Girl Scout meeting I was explaining to the girls that we would be donating a gift and why:
“Needy kids? Hey, I’m a needy kid! Why aren’t you giving me any gifts?”
“Hey look Mommy! Luna likes the back massager! She’s been making me massage her whole body for an hour! Do I have to keep doing this? My arm is all vibratey.”
I had to assure her that just because the cat wanted to be massaged she didn’t have to do it for hours on end. She didn’t believe me.
“Hey Julie, Mommy said when I’m ten I might have to have a booster rocket.”
“Another shot for chicken pox. I had one when I was a year old but I might need a booster rocket when I’m ten. Did you have a booster rocket?”
And of course bodily functions are never off limits.
“I’m pretty sure I’m about to go frew poo-burr-dee.”
“Julie has poo-burr-dee. That means I am too.”