At dinner tonight: "I think Amelie is a habit-er." [A what?] "A habit-er. She has a bad habit of staying in your tummy and she needs to come out!" [Amen.]
While dancing around the living room wearing Isaac's sweatshirt: "This is so big that it's hard for me to troll myself in it." ["control"]
Elizabeth, to me: "Are you Cool?"
Me: "No, that's not my name."
Elizabeth: "Well, you can tell everyone that your kid named you Cool." So there. I'm cool.
2 comments:
AW!!! that's sweet!
enough with the blogging, be in labor already
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