Sophia, my four-year-old, was pretending to be a snake that was going to bite me. She put her fist up, curving her pointer and middle fingers up in the air like the fangs of a snake. She hissed at me and said, “Mommy, pretend like this snake is going to get you with its bangs.” […]
Marissa, my two-year-old, was acting tired and grumpy. I asked her, “Marissa, are you cranky?” She hotly replied, “I’m not frankie!”
If I want it, it’s mine. If I give it to you and change my mind later, it’s mine. If I can take it away from you, it’s mine. If it’s mine, it will never belong to anybody else no matter what. If we are building something together, all the pieces are mine. If it […]
While Sophia chewed on a piece of bread from the local baker, I said, “Isn’t the cinnamon swirl bread delicious?” To which she replied, “Ha-ha, very funny. Squirrels are yucky.” I think if the bread had been squirrel, not swirl, it would have been a little chunkier.
Every time I ask Marissa, my two-year-old, what she wants for breakfast her response is always the same. “Jelly.”