Me: Mollie, I know you were upset that you didn't get to come shopping with Aunt Christine, Oma, and me yesterday, but I am actually glad you didn't come. I don't think you would have had much fun.
Amalia: (very serious) Why? Did you guys get in a fight?! (puts up her fists and puts on her angry voice) "No, I don't want to!" "But I DO!" "Agrgghrhrh!"
Amalia: (to Bryson) Hot Daddy! Hot Daddy! Hot Daddy!
Bryson: (a bit mortified and yet a little amused) Amalia, why are you saying that?
Amalia: Because you're hot!
Bryson: (skeptical silence)
Amalia: (as if we should already know) You drank your hot coffee, Daddy, and now you are hot inside!
Bryson and I: (relief) Ahh.
Amalia: Mom, did you know that (classmate 1) and (classmate 2) are half person, half Polish?
Me: (smiling) Bryson, did you hear that? (he shook his head) Amalia, Daddy didn't hear.
Amalia: (Classmate 1) and (classmate 2) are half person, half Polish.
Me: Yeah? Half person, half Polish?
Amalia: Yup, they told us that at school today.
