Combing her hair:
Kitty: "I can't wait for the fair."
Me: "Yeah, we did have a good time last summer."
Kitty: "Yeah, but no Shockwave ride this year. I learned my lesson. That made my tummy roll-baby-roll!"
In the car:
I was wearing an especially itchy shirt. We were out running errands and I couldn't satisfy the itch on my neck and back. I was clawing at my skin as we drove down the road and exclaimed to Kitty, "I don't know what's making me so itchy but it's driving me crazy!"
Kitty casually replied, "You probably have fleas."
At bedtime:
We were reading scriptures when Kitty climbed onto my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and hugged me tightly. She then kissed me a couple of times and said, "I love you, Mama. Being with you makes me feel like I have a hundred cats."
Getting the mail:
Our mailbox is down the street from our house so we often take the dog for a walk to retrieve our mail. Kitty brought along a bag full of stuffed animals for our walk, and was carefully cradling one and gently singing it a lullaby to get it to sleep.
Of course, she had to pause to climb something and tasked Michael with cuddling her baby kitty.
After a moment of being a statue, she hopped down and promptly announced, "I need my kitty back. Unfortunately, you don't know anything about babies, Daddy."
Again at bedtime
We were talking about when Christ was resurrected.
Me: "What does it mean to be resurrected?"
Kitty: "It means you come back alive after you die." Then she paused and with an emphatic wave of her hand added, "But not as a zombie."
Hiking:
We were walking down the trail pretending to be hunting for a big, black bear. Kitty was up front, leading the charge. Suddenly she says, "Ah! There's the bear! Up ahead."
She quickly runs behind me, pushes me forward and shouts, "Sorry, Mom. You're the bait!"
Hmmm...I think that's the very definition of motherhood.
Getting the mail:
Our mailbox is down the street from our house so we often take the dog for a walk to retrieve our mail. Kitty brought along a bag full of stuffed animals for our walk, and was carefully cradling one and gently singing it a lullaby to get it to sleep.
Of course, she had to pause to climb something and tasked Michael with cuddling her baby kitty.
After a moment of being a statue, she hopped down and promptly announced, "I need my kitty back. Unfortunately, you don't know anything about babies, Daddy."
Again at bedtime
We were talking about when Christ was resurrected.
Me: "What does it mean to be resurrected?"
Kitty: "It means you come back alive after you die." Then she paused and with an emphatic wave of her hand added, "But not as a zombie."
Hiking:
We were walking down the trail pretending to be hunting for a big, black bear. Kitty was up front, leading the charge. Suddenly she says, "Ah! There's the bear! Up ahead."
She quickly runs behind me, pushes me forward and shouts, "Sorry, Mom. You're the bait!"
Hmmm...I think that's the very definition of motherhood.
You're the bait, where does she get these things?
ReplyDeleteAt least you weren't bare bait
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