Tag Archives: Vocabulary

On what makes this toy special: “This pony is not for pooping on.” On why she thought the apparently docile cat was about to attack: “He had his face on! His mad face on!” On who that present is for: … Continue reading →

On whether the animal she’s thinking of swims: “A lion.” On dressing: “Pants and undies? I’m not sure about that.” On why I shouldn’t make noise when she’s trying to sleep: “If you keep doing this, I’m going to have … Continue reading →

On the prospect of impending Christmas: “Yummy in my hair! Yummy in my eyeballs!” On the glass of water she’s holding: “Dad, is this from tomorrow?” On Gabe finishing breast feeding: “Stop that and get back on the arm pit!” … Continue reading →

On labor and delivery optimism: “Maybe I’ll catch baby brother!” On Gabe’s so-called birthday: “Why didn’t we have cake?” On what to say to the little girl at swim class: “You can look at me, if you want.” On where … Continue reading →

On what she wants to write on her Thanksgiving stickers in the space for what she’s thankful for: “These stickers.” On things to say at 4 am, just as Dad is convinced you’ve fallen back to sleep: “Daddy, do you … Continue reading →

On Momma’s pregnancy outtie: “Maybe it’s a tongue!” On where her invisible friend/sister has to sit: “You have to sit on my lap because I’m the one who’s naked.” On her plans for the cat: “Don’t eat Limbo until I … Continue reading →

On flexibility: “Can I have a candy cane? Or a lollipop. Whatever.” On whether more monkeys should jump on the bed: “No. I don’t like monkeys jumping on the bed.” On when she should try on her new pants: “Let’s … Continue reading →

On things you might say if Daddy’s acting and domestic duties collide: “Wipe my bottom, Big Bad Wolf.” On how to play chess: “Brown on brown and vanilla on vanilla. It’s easy.” On what she wants for breakfast: “Something spoony.” … Continue reading →

On birth: “Ah, ah, ah. Another baby popped out of my belly.” On what she’s just made out of her bathwater: “It has liquid mice in it and it’s called … Jell-O.” On whether I can have a hug: “You … Continue reading →