as samson runs by me i hear eleanor from the other room call out, “come back! come back! i still need to test your reflexes! grab him, mama!”
josh: “eleanor, do you want some whole milk?” eleanor: “that’s not whole milk! that’s cows milk!”
“just take him away! take him away!” – eleanor, several times a day referring to her little brother, samson. (he tends to get into her things and personal space….a lot.)
after she leans her head down and smells the floor of the nyc subway elevator, “yep. it smells like pee pee in here.”
me: “eleanor, what’s your favorite thing to do in the whole wide world?” eleanor, without skipping a beat: “conducting music!” (of course it is!)
me: “who is teaching you to be so smart?” eleanor: “papa.”
eleanor to me: “so after you got married you got primaried and then you had a baby in your tummy?” i think she meant the word pregnant. :)
more eleanorisms here.