I’m tired of hearing about the crisis of the day, so today’s posting will aim for levity.  My oldest daughter is now 3 and a half.  This is that magical age in which children possess an interesting vocabulary.  Their familiarity with words and attempts to incorporate them into conversation slightly outstrips their understanding of the words, resulting in some hilarious outcomes.  These are all real things Olivia has said recently:

 

We were playing with a toy rocket and I asked her count down for blast off.  She began counting, “One, two, three…”

 

“No,” I said, “count backwards.”

 

She immediately turned her back to me and began, “One, two, three…”

 

 

 

As I was making breakfast, she walked into the kitchen and said, “I love you, daddy.”  Which she immediately followed with, “And I like eggs!”

 

 

 

Olivia has been taking gymnastics for several weeks and always calls it “misternastics”.  We couldn’t figure out where this was coming from until we realized that “gym” sounds like “Jim”, which is a man’s first name, hence “Mr. Nastics”.

 

 

 

Shortly after our second daughter’s birth, we were in the hospital and the baby started crying.  After a few minutes of crying, Olivia said, “Baby sister is hungry.  She needs to eat some boo-boos.”

 

 

One night we were having dinner at a restaurant and our waiter was bald as beach ball.  Every time he came to our table, Olivia asked him, “What happened to your hair?  I’ll help you find it.”

 

 

I’m sure there are countless more, but this is all I can think of for now.  Post some replies if you have some stories of your own.