So Gina pointed out on the last Yittle Fings that I skipped part six. Oops. And I’m an accountant. Luckily, it appears that I taught Gina everything I know…and then some.
So. On to Yittle Fings.
Ali has said a bunch of random, bizarre things this week that are really pushing my theory that everything she says can be traced to some sort of reference point…so she may be growing past that point and coming up with original thought now. Which should make life VERY interesting…
The other day, she randomly looked at me lovingly and said, “I am the Pink Honey and you are the Bread!!”
At the ballgame Saturday, as I told you, she told me that her future plans were to become a flag girl. On our way home, though, she saw the University Medical Training facilities, and for some reason found it fascinating. I explained to her that it was where they trained doctors.
I then asked her, “Do you want to be a flag girl or a doctor when you are a big girl?”
She said, “I want to be a flag girl…"
And then a few minutes later, she decided, "..no, I want to be medium.”
When we were coming back from Tuscaloosa, there of course weren’t many bathroom breaks taken. Ali was bemoaning that she needed to tee-tee, and she whined, “I don’t want to tee-tee on my Alabama A!!!”
And then, later, announced sadly, “Alabama caught my poop.”
(She didn’t poop in her diaper, but apparently it sure felt like she had.)
We were driving yesterday, and apparently I took a curve too tightly for her taste. She reprimanded me and said, “Are you being careful so you don’t fall out of the road and hit your head?”
Then she asked, “Are you doing a schwip and shwide? One of my friends did a schwip and shwide in Sunday School.”
“Really? Which one of your friends?”
“Umm, I don’t know.”