First thing in the morning, Kathleen, still in bed, sounding concerned: “Dad!!!”
I come to the bed: “Yes honey.”
Kathleen: “I don’t like hats anymore.”
Me: “I’m sorry, what?”
Kathleen: “I don’t like hats.”
Me: “Did you have a bad dream?”
Kathleen: “No, I had a very good dream, but I wasn’t wearing a hat.”
It is hard to argue with that kind of logic.
Lucy wanted a leaf skirt like Tinker Bell. We have leaves, and I have a stapler, and mom was out of the house, so ….
On swim lesson nights the girls have to bring outfits to change into after they are done. Instead of bringing a top and a bottom, this evening Lucy brought shorts and a skirt. But her mom made it work. And Lucy is totally pulling it off.
Kathleen at the Mid-Missouri Food Bank: “How much longer do we have to stay here? … because I don’t look good in a hairnet.”
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.