We were at the grocery store, and the clerk offered Ali a balloon. I asked her which one she wanted, and she said, “Well, the pink one looks poppity, so I think I want the blue one.
(Later, she reminded us that the last balloon she had was pink, and it popped quite loudly.)
On our vacation, she was skipping down the pier telling Gramamma, “I’m Tinkerbell. I have on a fairy dress. I’m a princess. I have bogeys in my nose.”
“I just talked to Cinderella. I saw her on Facebook.”
While we were getting ready for bed, she said in a sing-songy voice, “Who wants to hurt my feeeeeeeelingss????”
She’s been making up a bunch of word associations with the country names that we’ve been learning.
Iran - “Sounds like I ran down the street.”
Japan - “Sounds like Peter Pan.”
Qatar - “Sounds like I’m playing the guitar.”
Sierra Leone - “Sounds like time out.”
“Yes. You know, it sounds like you’re alone."
Ali rubbed Chris’ stubbly cheek. “Daddy, are those splinters in your face?”
I went to get Ali out of bed in the morning before I took my bath, which doesn’t usually happen. She greeted me with, “Mommy, I smell something.”
“What do you smell?”
“It smells like your warm cheek.”