Bailey's Brother

Bailey just told me some very intriguing news.  She has a brother named Harry.  Harry Potter.  I'd like to understand that one too.

The Sadist

Right now, we're playing librarian.  My role is to "punch" the books she brings me and then she takes her book choice and drops into her pink princess hamper.  At the very bottom of the hamper are a couple of her "friends" in the form of the stuffed variety.  After she drops the book you can then hear from her tiny little mouth, speaking for her helpless pals, "ouch, I think that was my knee."  "That was my head."  "Oww, that hurt my neck."  Etc.

 

At least she's creative.

The Chopstick Fight and a bit of Honesty

I went to pick up my adorable little child from preschool yesterday.  She was dressed in her Asian wear and having a Chinese New Year party with her class, just as the two of us had planned.  I enter the room to witness another boy child and her using the chopsticks as a double set of swords.  They were the only two children doing such an act.  It doesn't surprise me that Bailey would engage in battle.  Luckily, no eyes were poked out during the process.

 

And as I was sitting down today trying to remember everything I wanted to type about, Bailey and I had another random conversation.  This time it was about zombies and I asked her if she liked them.  She said, "No, because they're not cute.  They're scary and bloody and are for Halloween."  And here I thought that's what she liked best.

Power Drinks

Bailey saw a commercial on television today for some sort of yogurt drink product.  Suddenly, she was interested in said product, whatever it is, and decided that we should buy some at the store.  "We have to get some of that yogurt in a bottle," were her exact words.

 

Those exact words were then followed by, "that stuff will make my eyes green and I'll turn into a ghost."

 

Now that's one potent drink.

Are you ready for some football?

According to Bailey, we're going to watch a football game outside tomorrow.  We weren't aware of that.  But if we ask her if she's going to watch the Superbowl on television this evening, she willingly nods.

 

Until then, she's making her father play cashier as she shops 'til she drops in our living room with Daddy behind the Dora cash register, her with her "tiny green shopping cart" and a purse from the trusty ol' dress-up trunk full of board game cash.  We know how to have a good time in this household.

Ian Falconer, If You're Reading This...

My child would like you to write an Olivia and the jungle book.

As for anyone else reading this blog who has no idea what any of that means, Ian Falconer is a splendid writer who has the most adorable character of a swine deemed Olivia in a series of children's books.  Lately Olivia and the Missing Toy has become Bailey's bedtime story of choice.

And Ian, really, get on it.  I'm serious.  We'd like it by July, please.

Dinner Conversation

"Bailey, do you not like your dinner?"

"No."

"What do you like?"

"I like ballerinas."

"How do ballerinas taste?"

"No, ballerinas are not food.  I like snakes."

"Are snakes food?"

"Yeah."

"Are they yummy?"

"Yes they are."

 

 

Apparently, snakes are yummy and spaghetti is not.