Yaks are the sneakiest animals alive
So says the nearly 6 year old expert in the back of the car.
And it goes a little something like this….
Delaney, “Mommy, we’re working on the letter ‘Y’ in school.”
Cooper, “Me too”
Me: “What starts with ‘Y’?”
A chorus of “yell”, “yippee”, “yellow”, “yarn”, “yard” fills the car.
Me: (thinking this *might* be a trick question) What ANIMAL starts with ‘Y’.
They verbally frog-hop over each to answer: “A YAK!!!!!!”
The whispering begins.
Delaney, “Cooper….do you know what is the sneakiest, neakiest animal that ever walked this earth? THE YAK!”
Me: (thinking) “Who knew?”
Delaney continues, “Do you know the sneakiest, neakiest thing they do? They SPY on Zebras on the Savannah. To try to steal their stripes. AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE? If you touch their horns, they will BITE you!”
Insert appropriately timed screech from Coop, “They BITE?”
Delaney, nodding sagely, “Yes! And they are SNEAKY!”
Normally, I’d write this off as both imagination and entertainment, but now, I’m really wondering….
Are Yaks sneaky?
Do it again!
OK…this cracks me up. I can’t help it, and it is probably oh-so-very-wrong on oh-so-many-levels.
My two year old son is just about the cutest little guy in the world (so what if I’m prejudiced!)
I LOVE to hear him giggle.
He still wears a diaper. Which means I still have to wipe him.
He laughs when I wipe him.
And he almost always says, “Do it again.” And it isn’t because he’s worried I didn’t clean him off well enough.
It makes me laugh. And I have to stop myself from doing it again - just to make him laugh.
How wrong is that?
I’m thinking this is a story he WON’T want me to share with his Prom date….
KnowwhatImean?
I have to keep growing
My conversation with Delaney while I was drying my hair this afternoon:
“Mommy, Daddy told me to stop growing. He said he doesn’t want me to get any bigger. I would like to stay small, but I have to keep growing, just like a flower or a plant.”
Hmmmm…she’s right, you know?
And I can’t imagine why Daddy wants her to stay small….
The red moustache
What in the world? What does a red moustache have to do with ANYTHING?
Adding it to the list of things my kids say that crack me up.
Delaney comes to me this afternoon, full of excitement and lifting her shirt to show me her tummy, “Look, Mommy, my red moustache is gone.”
I think. One. Two. Three seconds pass. Red moustache? On her stomach?
Light Bulb! Red Rash. She developed a red rash on her tummy just above the top of her jeans last night while we were dancing around the family room.
Thank heavens I figured that out! What would I do with a 4 year old who had a red moustache on her tummy?
(Circus…I know that is what you are thinking…it might have been my only option)
Little People
4 year old Delaney is always good for a morning giggle:
As she stands in front of me trying to work the clasp on a necklace, she says:
“I can’t do this! I need my glasses. I can’t see anything.”
P.S. She doesn’t have glasses. She does, however, have a grandmother who says those very words often. 
Who’d have thought?
Who would have thought that Delaney and I would have this exchange:
“Mommy…do I have school tomorrow?”
“Yes, honey, you do.”
“Yesssss! Alright! I can’t wait!”
So….do you think merely reminding her of this exchange when she is, say, 8, 12 or 15 enough to put her in this mindset?
Fingers crossed the enthusiasm continues
Sorry Cub Fans
Let’s just say my kids are not being rasied as Cub Fans…. They learned to say ‘Boo Cubs!’ early on. And, just for Daddy’s pleasure, I taught them a revised version of the ‘Go Cubs Go’ song….
PS…It is all in fun!
