Yesterday was one of those days where Abra kept saying goofy things. Of course I can't remember half of them but here are a couple:I am in the kitchen cleaning up from breakfast and Abra is sitting at her little table with a small bowl of cottage cheese. Neiv is up and about and apparently keeps trying to get at Abra's food. From the other room I hear Abra say "Neiv, I'm gonna schmack you!" And then she giggles. I came around the corner and said, "Wait, what did you say?" To which she repeats, "I'm gonna schmack you Neiv! hahaha."
Ok this is not something we say to our kids. Promise. But it IS something Mommy and Daddy say playfully to each other (in a non-sexual, purely domestic-violence type of way) all the time. Guess we should come up with a new phrase.
The other conversation went like this:
Me: It's Neiv's birthday next week! That is going to be so fun.
Abra: There will be balloons there?
Me: Sure. We'll get some balloons.
Abra: I want balloons at MY birthday.
Me: What color balloons do you want?
Abra: Pink.....green.....blue......red.....yellow.....white.......pause...... I want ALOT of balloons at my birthday.
Me: We'll see about that.
Abra: I want PRESENTS at my birthday too!
Me: What kind of presents?
Abra: Pink ones.
Me: What do you want inside the pink presents?
*Pause while she is thinking*
Abra: A Pillow!
Me: Really? You want a pillow?
Abra: Uh-huh. For my bed.
Me: Like a fluffy pillow?
Abra: A pink one. And I want some clothes too. Some blue pants and a pink shirt.
Me: Wow. A pillow and an outfit. This is not what I expected. :-)
