This morning, I attempted to make some dark green, peppermint scented, homemade playdough for L and I to play with. Instead, it turned out to be light green and smells mostly like flour. SIGH!
And now, for some recent conversations with L...
{While deciding where to eat out one day…}
Me: "What’s that Southwest Grill place like??"
L: "Mommy, we’re girls!!!!"
Me: "You’re right!"
L: "So, we can eat there!"
Me: "No, sweetie I said grill, not girl."
{As I was trying to feed Baby I (who prefers to feed himself these days)…}
Me: “Baby I, no, no! Keep your head still.”
L: “He’s a baby, mom. That’s just what babies do!”
{Ah, how I love it when my own words come back to bite me!}
{While D was sweeping the kitchen floor for me (thank you, D!!)...}
L: “Daddy, what are you doing?”
D: “Sweeping.”
L: “But mommies are supposed to do that!”
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