Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Little pitchers

Lottie and Dallas pay attention to every single thing Trevor and I say.  Most of the time I feel like they don't hear anything we say.  For example, when I tell Lottie to get dressed, I usually find her five minutes later lying on the floor looking at a book or jumping off her bed into the pretend ocean.

But listen they do.  Apparently, they listen when Trevor and I talk about Harry Potter.  The other day in the yard, Lottie picked up a pool noodle.  She started to flail around with it and told me she was Harry.  By default, I got to be Voldemort.  Sweet.  Dallas finally jumped in and took over my role.  Tonight, the kids were running upstairs to get ready for bed.  Lottie yelled, "Come on, Harry!  Run!  Voldemort is trying to kill us!"  Daddy got to be Voldy today.

Dallas and I were reading one of his favorite books tonight: an animal encyclopedia.  He loves to look at bugs, rodents, and pretty much anything gross.  He pointed out mosquitos, spiders, and lizards.  Then, he yelled, "Look, Mommy.  That's a really big dick!"  I sputtered and told him, "Tick, Dallas.  T.  Tick."  He's certainly his daddy's boy.

1 comment:

  1. Reminds me of when Frankie used to ask for "a big cracker" by requesting "a big cock." Good times.