Goofballs

Theo "I'm OK, I'm just hicking up a little bit."

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Theo "Let's go outside."

Lars "Why?"

Theo "So we can look at the beautiful day."

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Me "You're my precious little flower who smells like sunshine."

Ida "No I'm not!"

Me "OK, you're my little treasure box full of gold and jewels."

Ida "No, I'm not! I'm Darth Vader!"

I don't know why I don't have any other Ida quotes at the moment. But there are lots of them. She's exploding with curiosity and ideas at this age. I need to remember to write them down. 

She loves being told at night before bed how precious she is, though...in great detail...and then denying it. E.g. a perfect little yellow daffodil...or a treasure chest under the sea...or a heart made out of glitter...or a shining rainbow in the sky. "You're my furry little baby rabbit with tiny whiskers and a pink nose." "No I'm not!" "You're my sticky little candy cane." "No I'm not! I'm Spiderman!"

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Lars was being sassy one day...as he is wont to do.

Me "Don't you talk to your mama like that! How do you talk to me?"

Lars "With a voice."

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Lars "Mama, can you get the cold out of my hands?"

I'm sorry, son...no. I cannot. For it is the endless winter.

(not anymore though! yay spring)

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I looked outside one afternoon while Theo and Lars were playing. Apparently they were playing hide and seek, because Lars was hiding his eyes behind his chubby little hands and yelling something. I opened the window and caught the end of it, "...twenty-eight, twenty-nine, twenty-ten, twenty-nine, twenty-ten, twenty eleven. Here I come!"

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Thank you very much, goodnight everybody!