Nora: “Mom? Do you ever laugh?”
She must’ve caught me on a bad day.
Nora: (singing a song to remember the days of the week) “Sunday, Monday…”
Frances: (cuts in) “Tuesday…Threes-day, Fours-day!”
So not right. But I love how she’s trying to apply what she knows. Ha! She’s a comedic genius already. And not even three years old!
The girls are super used to me being silly and speaking utter nonsense. That’s why I wanted to highlight the below conversation between Frances and me, since–without missing a beat–she replied to me in the same silly manner in which she was asked about the contents of her diaper.
Me: “Frances, you have any poopers in there?”
Frances: “No. Just peepers.”
Me: “I only got four munchkins. So, Nora, that’s two for you and two for Frances.”
Nora: (slyly) “Or, mama. It could be three for me and one for Frances.”
Me: “Yes, it could be. But it’s not.”
My budding mathematician.
Nora: “Mama. Know what I wanna be for Halloween?”
Me: “No. What?”
Nora: “A princess.”
Frances: “Know what I be, mama?”
Me: “What, Franny?”
Frances: “Goo-goo ga-ga head.”
Nora and Me: (hysterical laughter)
Always with the goo-goo ga-ga head, that one.