“I smell like fart” she retorts while slamming her hands into her scrunched up nose. She is trying to say ‘I smell fart’ but no matter how many times I try to correct her, she keeps in the ‘like’. Passing Chilliwack she comments “I smell like farm!” or a gassy daddy “I smell like stink!” or at the gas station “I smell like funny!”
Kaya is bouncing Brennyn really hard in her bouncy chair. Calmly (even though I want to shout for the zillionth time “BE GENTLE!!!”) I ask “What are you doing?”
“I’m just rockin my baby sister named Alien.”
Kaya comes home from daycare with her daddy.
“Hay is for horses.” she deadpans.
Kaya is being especially cute and gentle with her sister. “Mmmmm… you’re delicious!” I squeal and smother her in kisses.
“No I’m not. Don’t eat me.”
Before naptime Kaya and I play monsters. Basically I roar and she squeals. 2 hours later, she wakes up from her nap and the first thing she says to me is:
“Your name is not Mommy. It’s “Raawwrrr”
“Where’d Brennyn go?” Bal asks coming in from work.
Kaya responds first. “The Monster ate her. Oh well.”