A conversation with my two-and-a-half year old last night:
Her: Sometimes, you can be going along and all of a sudden you just feel sad!
Me: Like when? What makes you feel sad?
Her: I don’t like to share with sissy.
Me: I know. Sharing is hard. But it’s part of life. You would want people to share with you, right? So it’s important that you share with others, especially sissy.
Her: Remember Auntie Arleen?
Her: She doesn’t have a beard.
Me: You’re right. No beard.
Her: Ladies don’t have beards. Santa has a beard.
Me: Yes, Santa has a long beard.
Her: And he has a big low voice just like Uncle Doug.
Her: Sometimes Uncle Doug’s voice scares me. But he doesn’t have a beard. He’s not Santa. Ho ho ho!
Her: Mommy, you like yellow because it’s the color of sunshine.
Her: We have to put the caps on all the markers because otherwise, they dry out! And we don’t want that.
Her: Yesterday, when we were using our listening ears, we heard a Dreamington!
Me: A what?
Her: A Dreamington! That bird we all heard outside last night!
Me: Ohhh, the Nightingale?
Her: Yes. Nightingale. It was tired so it said Oooh-Wooo-Woo.
Her: Not Ho ho ho. It’s not Santa.