The things she says

One of the biggest perks of working as a home-maker is that my work environment is hilarious. My 4-year, in particular, cracks me up and surprises me on a daily basis.

This blog post is partially to share the fun of Teg with you, but also partially to try and record a sound-byte of life with her at this age... because I know I will forget these by next week... when there will no doubt be new insights and quotable quotes.

But these from my eldest this week:

"Look at me Mom! I'm hunormous! I'm 100 feeters tall!"

 While reading the book "Hooper Humperdink" to Callum while he's potty training, Teg started to show some nascent promise of being a punster: "Mom! It says Hooper Humperdink is a party-pooper. Like party and potty are the same! Like Callum is going poop on the potty. And Hooper is a party-pooper. That's FUNNY!"

"Mom, you know that feeling you get when you are using glitter glue? SO HAPPY!"

Teg: "Mom, can I stick stars and sparkles on my teeth?"
Me: "What?"
Teg: "Like Julia (a 16-year old friend who got orthodontics recently). She has bracelets on her teeth with stars and sparkles."
Me: "Oh..... well, we'll see whether your teeth need those when you're older. Do you think they're pretty?"
Teg: "Oh yes, they're extra pretty. Can I get them please? When I'm older? And can I get them on the top AND the bottom?"

Showing me this picture:

Teg: "Do you like my dinosaur Mom? I forget its name, but it's supposed to be the one with spines and a plate on its tail. But I didn't have space for the plate. And I had to change colors for the toe nails."
Me: "Stegosaurus?"
Teg: "Yeah. I learned it on dinosaur train."

 Later that day, after overhearing the hoopla I made in describing the picture to Jeremy:

"Mom, did you know I can draw the best stegosauraus in the whole world?"           

Me: "Um. I will conceded that that is the best stegosaurus YOU have EVER drawn."    

Teg: "Yep: it's because I've had so much practice." 

Me: "Really? How many stegosauruses have you drawn?"

Teg: "One!" (??????)

After some dramatic boo-hooing while she was cycling (uninjured) with me to Trader Joes:

Me: "What's wrong?"     

Teg: "I WISH I was twins with Callum!"

Me: "Why?"

Teg: "Because I want it like the Mom who had two babies in her tummy at the same time so they shared the same birthday."

Me: "Why?"

Teg: (now crying true crocodile tears): "Because I want to have the same birthday as Callum!"

*sigh*  Hard to know how to console my sad kid when all I wanted to do was laugh.

And then, a moment of terrific sweetness: as I sat bawling earlier this week reading the news of a friend's suicide, my sweet daughter saw my distress and ran to her room to retrieve her sleeping bear Bernie and lovie-blanket Blankie, and pressed them into my arms for comfort. She asked what was wrong and I explained that I was crying because a friend had died. 

Her response: "Here's Bernie and Blankie for you Mommy. They always help me when my friends die."

So sweet and naive and loving, from this little girl who has not yet experienced any death. And even in that moment, I laughed through my tears.