“Your hair smells like rainbows!” Grace told me.
“You married well!” Joshua told me with a huge smile on his face. When I asked him to explain, he laughed and walked away.
“Can we save all of my clothes when I outgrow them so I can give them to my kids someday?”
This is Grace, my mini me. That is totally something that I would suggest, and actually I already save special outfits, thinking that someday I may put together a quilt from favorite fabrics. I save all of Joshua’s sports/ school t-shirts as he outgrows them for the same reason too.
Joshua asked while we were driving, “Did you know in binary numbers like 0 and 1, that TRAGER equals 69?”
Me: “Nope. I had no idea.”
Joshua: “Well, its amazing because 69 is my favorite number.”
I stay quiet and hope for the love of GOD that he never learns the other reason why people like the number 69.
Joshua continues: “I like it because the numbers are similar; they mirror each other. I guess I could like 96, but I’m not sure I’m going to survive that long.”
Me, clarifying: “You’re not sure you’ll live to be 96 years old?”
Joshua: “Right. But I think I can make it to 69 though.”
“This is the worst party of my entire life!” Grace yelled at me. It was Joshua’s birthday party and I wouldn’t let her play with the eleven year old boys.
“You better hold your ears so they don’t fly away. My room is haunted.” Grace warned me as I lay down with her before bed. “I think it is your grandma who is haunting me.”, she explained. Trying to keep things light, I replied “Oh good! Tell her I said hi! I haven’t seen her in a long time.”
Grace complained about a sore throat for a couple days in a row. Kaylee was quick with a solution, “You’re swallowing your spit too much. Stop doing that.”
I asked Grace to tell me what it felt like when she swallowed. “It feels like my throat is DEAD! Or maybe like my throat is PREGNANT!”
Interesting descriptors, from a little one who has never actually been dead or pregnant.
Sometimes before bed, Kaylee will ask me to pray with her. When I’m done, I always ask if she wants to pray too.
She usually says something like: “No, I think you covered it all.” or “No thanks. You took all the good stuff.”