Little Man to Baba: Will you please watch my baby? I have to go golfing.
He’s got this dad thing down already.
Little Man: Mommy when I grow up I want a car just like this one! (pointing to the sporty black Mustang)
Mei-Mei: Mommy, when I grow up I want a car just like this one! (pointing to a tan Ford Taurus)
Ah, a sensible mid-size sedan. Girl after my own heart!
Me: You guys can paint on the table down here that you paint on.
Little Man: You mean the “weasel”?
At bedtime while we were getting ready to read Mei-Mei’s chosen story, Grumpy Bird:
Mei-Mei: Mommy, why does Daddy look like Grumpy Bird?
Me: Yeah, he does sometimes huh?
Mei-Mei: Yeah, he looks like a sad, grumpy bird!
Little Man had to get his booster shots at his last doctor appointment. We spent the whole week before getting him psyched up for it. This was a common conversation that week:
Little Man: Mommy, when I go to the doctor, I’m going to be REALLY BRAVE when I get my shots and I won’t even cry.
Me: That’s great LM, I know you’ll be so brave.
Mei-Mei: Mommy, if I have to get shots, I will cry.
That’s my girl — always honest to a fault.