Lucy (3yo) is a creature of routine. This morning I dropped her late at daycare. Her class was already at recess. As I hugged her goodbye, Lucy looked around a bit confused, said: “I love you. Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” then ran off to play with her friends.
Lucy (3yo) often forgets her imaginary baby when she gets out of the tub at night. She then turns around once she is out, scoops the “baby” up, and places it on the ground. The result is always a wet bathroom floor. This, of course, prompts me to say: “Lucy, don’t throw the bathwater out with the baby!”
A conversation with Kathleen (6yo):
Me: You should wear these pants, they look comfy.
Kathleen: I don’t wear those pants.
Me: Why not?
Kathleen: They are fuzzy.
Me: Exactly, look my sweats are fuzzy on the inside.
Kathleen: Dad, fuzzy is so last season.