Nora: (upon waking one morning last week) “You know that everybody dreams?”
Nora: “Well, everybody except for Santa and God. Because they don’t sleep, right?”
Our washing machine has been a bit wonky lately, so this past week I took the kids to my parents’ house so I could get some laundry done. My sister’s cats reside (mostly) in the laundry room there.
Me: (enthusiastically) “Frances, want to come with me to do laundry? We can see Titi Liz’s cats!”
Frances: (grumpily) “Me no like Titi’s cats.”
Me: (admittedly) “Me no like them either.”
And Frances, on a similar monologue rant of all the things which she does not like, while she was watching me make guacamole.
Frances: “Me no like awacado. Me no like uh-mato, Me no like onion or gar-lit. Was dat?”
Frances: “Me no like nime.”
Me: “What do you like?”
Frances: “Me like chips. An cookies. An ice-peem!”
Trying to keep it healthy here, folks!
Nora: “Mommy, when do you have to go back to work?”
Me: “August sometime.”
Nora: (disappointed) “Awww.”
Me: (thinking: ‘This is so sweet. She wants me to be a stay-at-home-mom forever.’) “Why?”
Nora: “I want you to go back to work tomorrow. And daddy too, so that Candace can watch us and Tella can come play.”
Me: (deflated) “Oh.”
Well, at least this is proof that we chose a great babysitter and that the kids love her. Couldn’t ask for a better situation than that! Ha!