(Sorry if you got this by email last month..scheduling snafu.) I am participating in CampNaNoWriMo this month, because I feel really good about the book I’m working on and want to make some serious headway. That means less blogging time, though, so I’ve put together some filler Wednesday posts.
So yes, this post is kind of cheating. But these are also too good not to share.
Anya: When I grow up, I want to be a lifeguard, an art teacher, and an English teacher.
Me: I thought you liked math better. Why not be a math teacher?
A: I want people to like me.
Anya: I sorry I got sick on your birthday.
Me: Oh, baby, that’s not your fault.
A: You can still bake your cake. I promise I won’t eat any!
M: But I want to wait until you can have some, too.
A: Can I still sing happy birthday to you?
This kid is the best present ever.
Anya: You got your phone. Look on the Google!
Anya (pointing to a flyer from her school): What’s that?
Me: It’s information about a summer camp. You take care of a sheep for a week.
Anya: Um…that is REALLY not my thing.
Me (fistbumps her): I knew my genes were in there somewhere.
Anya: Do you want to be a grandmother?
A: Do you want 3 grandbabies or 4?
M: As many as you want.
M: I think you might get tired after 5, but sure.
A: That is a lot. How about 10?
Anya: Did I eat enough apple?
Me: For what?
A: To get gummies.
M: No gummies for breakfast.
A: But I ate an apple!
M: Good! You ate food! You won’t die!
A (stomping off): I WILL die!
Today is Anya’s snack day, which means she has to bring 22 snacks and juice boxes to school.
M: You got all that?
A: Don’t worry. I’ll ask for help.
M (flabbergasted): You could do that. I never think to ask for help.
M: I dunno. Character flaw?
A: Well, you should.
Anya: My shirt has no pockets!
Me: Does it need one?
M: Your pants have pockets.
A: Tiny ones. They only fit my fingers.
M: Do you need more room than that?
A: YES! I need room for 100 things!
Anya: Wow…what happened to all the cookies? You have a bad day?
I have no secrets from this child.
Anya: One day you want to grow wheat so we can make our own bread?
I have yet to successfully grow a serving of green beans. I love her faith in me.
Anya: Okay, Google, why is my dad so denoying? (She later asked Google why her brother is so denoying. If I’m denoying, she has at least had the good taste to ask Google when I’m out of earshot.)
Anya this morning: Why I gotta go to school every day? Why is everything so early? I only like recess and lunch; why I gotta stay all day? Why the sun so bright at me?
The Mondays have nothing on this kid’s Thursday.
Kai: (starts the Tinker Bell musical snow globe for the 50th time in 12 hours)
Anya: (turns it off) I love you to death, but no more.
The circle of life.
Anya: I have three eggs in my tummy, so I will have three babies. They will be Julianna, Milly-of-the-Valley, and Ben Connor.
Me: You have way more than three eggs.
A: But three kids is all I can handle.
Made Mom marble pound cake for her birthday. Anya took a bite and made a face. “That not cake! Cake have frosting! That bread!”
Anya: I tell you a secret.
A: *whispers* Monday is stupid.
A: What that show you saw as a kid? He had that hair, and walked around in him underwear?
Kesha: Brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack…
Anya: What?! That isn’t healthy!
Anya: You my favorite mommy.
Me: I am your only mommy.
A: Every time I see you, I never want to let you go.