Conversations with my daughter VII.

[rivka]

Me: Markers only go on paper, not on your feet.
Alex: No, on my toesies!
Me: I know Gran had painted toenails, but you are not Gran.
Alex: applies marker to toes with a flourish. I'm pretending to be Gran.


Alex: pretending to bathe a triceratops. I will pour water on you.
Triceratops (a.k.a. me): No, I'm all done! Waaaah!
Alex: Shh! I have to wash your hair.
Triceratops (a.k.a. me): Waaah! I don't like it!
Alex: No, you do not say that. *I* say that.
Me: Oh, that's true. Maybe triceratops likes to have its hair washed. What *does* Triceratops say?
Alex: Raaaaar!


Alex: holds out a banana peel. Mama, will you fix it?
Me: Once a banana is peeled, you can't really fix it.
Alex: You will try to fix it with your tools.
Me: I don't have any tools that could fix a banana peel.
Alex: You will go to the store and buy some tools to fix it.


Edited to add:
Alex: listening to a Kermit the Frong song. He can swim in the water.
Me: That's right, "he's a Caribbean amphibian." An amphibian is an animal who can live in the water, or on the land.
Alex: Or in a house!

Comments

[baldanders.livejournal.com]

I can never get enough of these.

[rivka.livejournal.com]

This time I won't invite you to visit, because it's 100 degrees and humid and there's no chance of improvement any time soon. I'm sure New York is bad enough in the summer without making things worse for yourself by coming down here.

[baldanders.livejournal.com]

We'd love to visit! We've got a wedding, visiting my folks in Seattle, and a trip to Montreal coming up, so it's probably not going to happen soon. But we will.

Cheers!