Will you grant me three wishes?

Today I was talking to the family's hairstylist and commented about a friend I've had since high school and how she is K's godmother. (I normally would use the term baptismal sponsor, but understand that godmother is more universally understood.) Later, on the way to dance class, K said,"So Krista is my fairy godmother?" "And Mike is my fairy godfather?"...so I explained what it was I had meant. I had to break the news to her that she doesn't HAVE a fairy godmother :)

Tongue Twisted

When encouraged to finish her dinner ('cause she's ALWAYS SO SLOW!), K said, "I'm chewing slowly so my taste tongues........taste buns........taste bugs can taste it!"

You Know What I Meant

Several weeks ago, I taught K a new word which means EXTREMELY dry and thirsty. She's tried using it on her own a couple of times, usually getting it close, but not quite right. The other day we were out running errands and K said, "Mommy, I'm starched." What? "It means I'm really thirsty? (with a tone like, of course you dummy!)" I get it! "You mean PARCHED!"....."Yeah, that's what I meant."

A Case of Confused Identities

We took a trip to the seminary in Ft. Wayne to drop off some donated items from our congregation. As you enter the main drive, there is a rather large statue on the left. Daddy said, "Hey guys, look, there's a statue of Martin Luther coming up here on the left." From the back seat, G pipes up with, "Who's that? The guy who drove the Santa Maria?"

Career Aspirations

K is so excited to be starting her first dance class this week. However, last week she told me that when she grows up she wants to go to the moon. I said, "So you want to be an astronaut?" She replied, "yes". So I told her about how you have to be good at science and have special training to be an astronaut and that it would be very exciting. Then I said, "But I thought you wanted to be a dancer when you grow up." Her response? "I do, I want to dance on the moon.....has anybody ever done that before?"

Duh, mom!

K had a playdate with her friend G today. They ran up and down the stairs; dressing up, playing Barbies, playing house, you name it. At one point G came downstairs wearing K's black church shoes and I said, "Oh, K's shoes fit you?". G simply responded, "yes". K said (with sarcasm in her voice), "Of course, 'cause we're friends." I tried to explain that doesn't mean you necessarily wear the same size shoe, or that it should be some sort of prerequisite for becoming friends. I'm pretty sure my point was lost in her excitement to continue playing.

Interesting Idea

K has two stuffed pink dogs; one she's had since birth that G gave her and another for at least 2 years. She's never really been one to name things. An infant is "Baby", a small primate is "Monkey". She will sometimes name things after people she knows. Yesterday, she proudly announced that she'd come up with names for her two pink dogs....Vanilla and Steve. What?!?!