Here's the conversation Kelsie and I just had:
Kelsie: Mommy, what eats flies?
Me: Frogs.
Kelsie: No. What eats flies?
Me: Frogs.
Kelsie. No! Mommy, tell me what eats flies!
Me: Frogs.
Kelsie: (Big huff and roll of the eyes.) Mommy, please tell me what eats flies??
Me: What do you think eats flies?
Kelsie: Frogs.
Sigh.
She's getting good at outsmarting us, which is slightly embarrassing. Yesterday was one of those days -- cloudy, quiet, Brian and I weren't feeling well (especially Brian), and Kelsie was pushing her limits big time. So, it was finally bedtime and she was doing everything but what we told her to do. Brian finally managed to get her in PJs and teeth brushed and told her to come say good night to me while I was getting Dylan ready for bed. So, she comes into Dylan's room and starts playing with his toys instead of saying good night. Brian got his "I'm a big bad scary daddy" voice ready to snap her into shape when she sensed the end of the rope and came over to Dylan, gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek and said, "I love you so much, Dylan." Of course, Brian and I both melted and she was no longer in trouble.
She's good. And we're suckers.
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Corie--what a terrific idea! I love the blog. I have bookmarked it so that I can visit often. It felt so personal to read your comments. I could just hear Kelsie's voice in my head as she kept asking, What eats flies!!Hold on to the stories--they may become the foundation of a book for you--I'll illustrate it!
Susan
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