At four, Yaya is starting to get a handle on Christmas, and apparently considers Christmas songs to be some sort of handbook.
"Daddy, when is Midnight?"
"Midnight is after your bedtime each night. Why do you ask?"
"Because that's when Santa Claus will be coming down the chimney down."
Keetah, while trying to figure out gender-related words:
"Daddy, am I a E-mail?"
Gorgeous DD
I used to have one (girl) just like that.
We went out for ice cream, and Yaya delivered Keetah's.
I prompted, "What do you say, Keetah?"
She look up from her dish and gleefully replied, "Mine!"
Keetah, grabbing a loaf of bread and running around the house: "I having a pig-a-nic!"
Indeed.
Keetah got ahold of a Sharpie today.
She and Yaya are now "cheetahs."
Dots and scribbles on their entire bodies and Yaya has a huge scribble right on her forehead.
If it were a wall, we could just move. But how do you clean a cheetah?
Until it wears off, dress 'em in leopard print and tell people they're in costume.
I know it's one of those things that are funnier from a distance...
Creative girlies you've got tho!
Turns out that shaving cream will remove Sharpie ink.
We eliminated the forehead blotch, but the rest will have to wear off on its own.
I really want to know how you discovered that.
hehehehehe
they're Cheetah Girls!
dadpad wrote:I really want to know how you discovered that.
T performed an Internet search.
Yaya asked tonight, "how do doctors tell if babies are boys or girls? Because all babies have short hair."
T replies, "doctors don't tell by the hair, they tell by looking if the baby has a penis or a vagina."
"So boys are quiet?"
Beat.
"Er... What?"
"'Cause penissimo means quiet."
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I need to go dry my eyes.
AhaHAH!
She's a thinker though aint she?
That's just great!
When I was teasing T about her recent crush on David Cook, she asked if I were jealous.
I said, "no, because when you're crushing on Cook, who's here?"
A voice from the back seat pipes up, "the plumber?"
Drew(It's the plumber! I've come to fix the sink!)Dad.
Yaya brought home a picture she drew at camp. It had three chimneys.
When asked what they were for, she replied, "one is for the fireplace, one is for the kitchen, and one is for Santa."
