Natalie: "Good. I found three centipedes!"
Me: (Pause)..."Natalie, where are the centipedes now?"
Natalie: "Oh, I put them in my pocket!" she beamed. "Look!"
Me: "Nat, I thought you said there were three centipedes."
Natalie: "Huh...there were."
(Gah! How did I end up with such a tomboy?! When I was her age, my mom could dress me in white pants and by the end of the day they would still be pristine. If I did that with Nat, hers would all be camouflage.)
|If you look closely you'll spy one that has escaped from her pocket! Ahh!|
Natalie: "Dad, am I smart?"
Steve: "Of course you are."
Natalie: "Why don't you call me a genius?"
Natalie: "Mom, look what Noah gave to me!"
Noah: "No, I didn't. You just grabbed it out of my hand."
(Hmmm...I guess Natalie is a believer in 'possession is 9/10th of the law')
Natalie: "Mahhhhhhmm why did you cut my toast in pieces?"
Me: "I don't know...I cut it in fours like a princess would eat it."
Natalie: "I don't want it. I don't like it."
Me: "Natalie, it's still good."
Natalie: "No it's not."
Me: "It still tastes the same."
Natalie: "No it doesn't."
Me: "What do you think it will taste like...bananas?" (knowing she loathes them)
Natalie: "No...It will taste pointy!"