Thanks to Chrissy, our wonderful daycare provider, for providing this gem!
Chrissy is walking on her treadmill.
Chase: Chrissy, what are you doing?
Chrissy: I'm walking on the treadmill.
Chase: Why?
Chrissy: Because I need exercise.
Chase: Why?
Chrissy: Because I'm fat.
Chase: Can I walk?
Chrissy: No, you have to be a grownup.
Chase: Why?
Chrissy: Are you fat?
Chase: No.
Chrissy: So you don't need to walk on this.
Sometime later, Chase is looking longingly at the tread mill, takes his thumb out of his mouth, and looks at Chrissy.
Chase: Chrissy, I think I'm fat.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
On the Nature of Books
Chase (from his hideout): Mommy, what are you doing?
Tracy (from the couch): Reading a book.
Chase: What book?
Tracy: It's called The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.
Chase: Oh, cool. Can I see it?
Tracy: Sure bud, but it doesn't have any pictures.
Chase: Oh. Nevermind, I thought it was a real book.
Tracy (from the couch): Reading a book.
Chase: What book?
Tracy: It's called The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.
Chase: Oh, cool. Can I see it?
Tracy: Sure bud, but it doesn't have any pictures.
Chase: Oh. Nevermind, I thought it was a real book.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
On Santa
While "reading" 'Twas the Night Before Christmas to himself in the living room.
Chase: And then Santa got a beer. And then he drank it.
I checked the book later on...and so in his defense:
Chase: And then Santa got a beer. And then he drank it.
I checked the book later on...and so in his defense:
Are You Writing This Stuff Down?
"Are you writing this stuff down?" has become an increasingly common phrase around here. And I have been. Kinda. Ok, so definitely not as much as I should be. The idea of digging through a drawer for "Ye Ol' Baby Book" and scribing these gems of conversations with my toddler is a bit daunting, honestly. Maybe I'm just lazy. Or tired. Or both.
Either way, I realized that I did need to capture these dialogues somewhere other than Facebook, which will inevitably disappear someday when Zuckerburg gets bored and waves his magic wand. At least here, I can print copies every so often and tuck them into the sparsely opened baby book.
What can I say, kids, I'm a slave to the internet.
Either way, I realized that I did need to capture these dialogues somewhere other than Facebook, which will inevitably disappear someday when Zuckerburg gets bored and waves his magic wand. At least here, I can print copies every so often and tuck them into the sparsely opened baby book.
What can I say, kids, I'm a slave to the internet.
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