Amalia: Mommy, do you have a penis?
Me: No.
Baylor: (to Amalia) I have a penis!
Amalia: Do boys have penises?
Me: Yes, boys have penises. Girls do not.
Amalia: (apologetically) Ohhh, that happens sometimes.
Amalia: (to Baylor while they are both sitting on the potty) You have a good penis.
Baylor: Thanks! I like your shirt.
Amalia: Thanks! It's white.
Baylor: I like your socks, too.
Amalia: (having a pretend phone conversation with someone) Just give me a call and we can talk it over.
Baylor: The door to my dungeon is made of stones painted blue.
Me: Ah, very cool, buddy! (hoping to get him to draw actual stones) What do stones look like?
Baylor: Rocks.
Me: (smiling) Well, yes. What do rocks look like?
Baylor: Stones.
Bryson: (after hearing how I'd been tricked by stones and rocks earlier) Baylor, what are stones and rocks like?
Baylor: They're the same!
Amalia: Mommy, you look pretty today.
Me: Aww, thank you, Mollie!
Amalia: Not as pretty as D.W. (Arthur's sister in the Marc Brown books)
Me: Oh, okay.
Amalia: But you are still pretty.
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