My daughter...
is hilarious. Seriously. Let me just share some of the things she has said in the last week or so:
Madelyn: You make me do too many chores. We need a maid and a waitress.
Me: Why would we need a waitress? I like to cook (even though she said waitress, I knew what she meant).
Madelyn: Well, then we just need a maid.
Me: How do you think we are going to be able to afford a maid? And where do you think we're going to get a maid at?
Madelyn: Can't we just get one of those foster kids or something?
OMG. I about died laughing. Where does she get this stuff?!
Anyway, moving along:
Madelyn (looking at a magazine with Obama and his wife on the cover): She is sooooooooo lucky. I wish *I* was Obama's wife.
Me: Ummm. Okay. Well, he is a very handsome man, plus he's the president. Is that why you like him?
Madelyn (holding her heart dramatically): I'm in LOVE with Obama. He is sooooo cute. I LOVE YOU, OBAMA.
Great. My 6 year old is in love with 40something year old men. I'm blaming this one on Benji.
Okay, one more (this will only make sense if you know what a health nut I am, and how I've taught Madelyn all about what's healthy and what isn't):
Me (shoveling ice cream into my mouth): Man, this stuff is GREAT.
Madelyn (in a stern voice): What are you doing?
Me: Eating ice cream. Duh.
Madelyn: You're not supposed to be eating that, are you?
Me: Uhhh. No. Not really.
Madelyn (in her best imitation of my voice when I'm scolding her): Okay, well put it away then. You don't need any more.
I've created a monster.
Madelyn: You make me do too many chores. We need a maid and a waitress.
Me: Why would we need a waitress? I like to cook (even though she said waitress, I knew what she meant).
Madelyn: Well, then we just need a maid.
Me: How do you think we are going to be able to afford a maid? And where do you think we're going to get a maid at?
Madelyn: Can't we just get one of those foster kids or something?
OMG. I about died laughing. Where does she get this stuff?!
Anyway, moving along:
Madelyn (looking at a magazine with Obama and his wife on the cover): She is sooooooooo lucky. I wish *I* was Obama's wife.
Me: Ummm. Okay. Well, he is a very handsome man, plus he's the president. Is that why you like him?
Madelyn (holding her heart dramatically): I'm in LOVE with Obama. He is sooooo cute. I LOVE YOU, OBAMA.
Great. My 6 year old is in love with 40something year old men. I'm blaming this one on Benji.
Okay, one more (this will only make sense if you know what a health nut I am, and how I've taught Madelyn all about what's healthy and what isn't):
Me (shoveling ice cream into my mouth): Man, this stuff is GREAT.
Madelyn (in a stern voice): What are you doing?
Me: Eating ice cream. Duh.
Madelyn: You're not supposed to be eating that, are you?
Me: Uhhh. No. Not really.
Madelyn (in her best imitation of my voice when I'm scolding her): Okay, well put it away then. You don't need any more.
I've created a monster.