upon a moment of mama-desperation where i let the kids each choose a pez candy dispenser at the store under the condition they stay in their stroller seats and obey mama (lol), eleanor picked out the sponge bob square pants pez dispenser. she has no idea who sponge bob is and referred to him as “such a silly little piece of cheese!” all weekend we have been cracking up when she pulls out her “talking cheese” toy to play with.
after giving me the biggest kiss and hug last sunday morning, “happy father’s day, mama!”
as i was trying to cut off the tag on a piece of her clothing, she said, “mama, you can’t cut off the tag! it’s a story.”
eleanor and samson were hiding under the kitchen table when i heard eleanor tell samson, “no no, this is not africa! this is a barn!”
“i’m a doctor, and he’s an assistant (pointing over to samson), and you can be a bigger doctor.”
“mama, after i get big and marry in the temple can i shave my legs like you?”
“why?” (her new question after anything we say over and over, which i absolutely love, and other times i want to love but you know….)
“we did lots of things and we did nothing.”
eleanor: “mama, close your eyes.” me: “why?” eleanor: “i have to get something out of your eyelash.” me: “oh thank you…. what was it?” eleanor: “it was just a pretend something. and it wasn’t real!”
during lunch at the table one afternoon, “mama, can we talk about don?” me: “don? don who??” eleanor: “granddad!”
i say this too much, but three year olds, man. this is where it’s at. more eleanorisms here.