I think that Zach has been filling Katie's head with some idle threats. She came in to my room, congested, in the middle of the night. I told her not to be alarmed if the phone rings, because Daddy was going to let me know that he made it safely to his hotel in San Jose.
Katie: He has a hotel?
Betsy: Well, yeah. That's where he sleeps when he's on a business trip.
Katie: And they have a jail there if he sings too loud?
Monday, March 21, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Fair Schmair
Katie: I'm making something, and only girls can touch it.
Betsy: Well, that's not very fair. How would you feel if you were a boy?
Katie: I'm never gonna be a boy. Doesn't matter.
Betsy: Well, that's not very fair. How would you feel if you were a boy?
Katie: I'm never gonna be a boy. Doesn't matter.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Relationships
Katie: Where's Karl's daddy?
Betsy: He went home.
Katie. Oh. Ah, you don't have a boyfriend, do you?
Betsy: Well, I have Daddy.
Katie: He's not your boyfriend. He's just a friend.
Betsy: He went home.
Katie. Oh. Ah, you don't have a boyfriend, do you?
Betsy: Well, I have Daddy.
Katie: He's not your boyfriend. He's just a friend.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Sportsmanship
Katie picked out a Busy Town board game from Zach's closet, wanting to play with me in the living room. In her haste, she dropped the game down the stairs.
Katie, running down the stairs after the game: Hey, Mom, I let the game go first.
Katie, running down the stairs after the game: Hey, Mom, I let the game go first.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Nicknames
Katie doesn't like it when Charlie pretends to tickle people:
DAD! Mister-on-the-radio-Billy-Bob! STOP tickling Mommy!
DAD! Mister-on-the-radio-Billy-Bob! STOP tickling Mommy!
Saturday, January 1, 2011
(Not) Sleepy
At bedtime (actually, well past bedtime):
My stomach hurts. My eyes do not want to sleep. But my nose is already sleeping. My stomach is punching me....can I have water?
...Mommy, guess what! It's over now! My stomach is sleeping!
My stomach hurts. My eyes do not want to sleep. But my nose is already sleeping. My stomach is punching me....can I have water?
...Mommy, guess what! It's over now! My stomach is sleeping!
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