4/12/09
Promises, promises
After all the water was gone, spit, and spilled out of her little cup, Elizabeth asks for more water.
Elizabeth: "I want more water, please!"
Me: "Do you promise not to spill it?"
Elizabeth: "No."
Me: "I mean, will you spill it?"
Elizabeth: "I'll try not to."
Me: "Do you promise?"
Elizabeth: "I promise to try not to spill it."
4/7/09
4/4/09
Watch out James Beard Awards
Elizabeth: "I'm making you dinner!"
Me: "Oh, what's for dinner?"
Elizabeth: "Soup with tomatoes, broccoli, beans, sprinkles, and chocolate mustard."
3/30/09
3/28/09
3/8/09
2/21/09
2/15/09
In which we get specific
(On Elizabeth's third birthday)
Me: "When are you going to go to bed tonight?"
Elizabeth: "One Thirty Eight."
2/3/09
Well, I guess if a cow can jump over it, then...
(While driving one evening)
Elizabeth: "The Moon! ... What do moons eat?"
Me: "Um. I don't think the moon eats anything."
Elizabeth: "I think so. I think so... Moons eat."
Me: "What do you think they eat?"
Elizabeth: [Without even a pause] "Fish."
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