Thursday, April 12, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Home again
In the car...
Georgia: for breakfast I might eat Sophie-Dophie!
Mommy: oh, me too! I think she might be made out of chocolate.
Georgia: no mommy, she's made of God! You cannot eat Sophie! She's my sister, she's not for eating!
Mommy: ok so what should we eat instead?
Georgia: umm chicken. And rice. And beans. And carrots. And salad dressing. And tomatoes.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Georgia takes daddy to task over Triscuits
Georgia: Daddy, you're not supposed to eat Triscuits out of the box. You're supposed to take them out of the box, put them on your plate and THEN eat them.
Daddy: You're right, Georgia, Daddy's not using not good manners.
Georgia: Yes, that means . . . That means God . . . That means God is not happy. You're eating Triscuits out of the box, and you're saying I am Sophie, and you're saying Mommy is Cece. My name is Georgia. Mommy's name is Mommy. Sophie's name is Sophie. Cece's name is Cece. I will make you a list so you can remember.
Daddy: You're right, Georgia. I should call you by your right name. I am so sorry. I will try harder.
Georgia: Yes.
[20 minutes later, Daddy notices Sophie playing with some old photo albums . . .]
Daddy: Oh, Geor--I mean Sophie, be careful with those!
Georgia: SEE?!?