Feather Nester has been all over me (rightfully so) to post some of S's hysterical comments this week, so here goes.
The other night as we played upstairs before bedtime, M asked S what she would say to the president if she got to talk to him.
"Please," she replied...because usually when asked what to say, the answer is please or thank you.
M and I laughed, and M asked, "is there anything else that you'd say to the president?"
"Would you like some ice cream?"
Priceless, folks. I'm thinking of dropping Ol' Barack a line inviting him for ice cream the next time he's in the area.
Moving on. S has a habit of wandering around the kitchen and asking, "what should I like, mom?" Which means, "I'm hungry/bored. What can I have for a snack, or are you willing to entertain me?" The child probably asks, "what should I like?" a couple dozen times a day. On Wednesday, we were renovation refugees at my aunt Mel's house, and S wandered into the kitchen asking the inevitable question.
"I don't know, S, what would you like?"
"Ummm," she deliberated, "I would like some money."
I was unable to contain my laughter.
Lastly, yesterday, when I was getting her up from her nap, she put her feet in the air, and said, "Mommy, I have sweaters on my feet."
"I have sweaters on my feet."
Okay. I always tell her she has stinky, sweaty feet. So, my original translation from S-language to English indicated that she didn't know the word sweaty, but she does know the word sweater. Funny, I know. However, the more I think about it, her feet looked like she'd been kicking cans and rocks at the town dump yesterday, so now I'm thinking that was her way of saying, "look, Mom. My feet are so disgustingly covered in filth that it looks like they've got sweaters on." Substantially grosser, option, but I still think it's funny.
Okay, I'm off to clean. We are a few short days from officially reclaiming our house, and all the messy stuff is over, so I can finally attack the mess. I can't tell you how exciting that it. Have a great weekend, peeps.