..it would be full of the comments I overhear my children say.
Por ejemplo:
RASCAL: “When I’m as big as Daddy and married to C*, then I will like carrots.”
*C is a friend of his, a girl a week younger than our Rascal, who moved to a new town last summer. As yet I think she is unaware of his matrimonial ambition. I’m fond of telling Haus Meister that someday Rascal will marry a girl named C., if not the original, simply because it’s been a fixed idea for so long. 😉
DINOSAUR: “Dinosaurs don’t need baths!”
(of course, in Dino parlance ‘need’ comes out something like ‘meed’–and yes, at that moment he was pretending to be a dinosaur and bewailing his soon to be clean fate)
RASCAL, on Mondays: “I don’t want to have to go back to work after the weekend!”
Sweetie, who does? 😉
PRINCESS, after having her hair braided. “Now I show Daddy. [traipses down the hall] DAA-DEEE, look at MEEE-eee!”
RASCAL, coming over to me on Mother’s Day with a picture of our dining room and some random letters written impeccably above the “table.” The letters looked very much like Achoo. But, “This is for you, Mommy. I drew it because I love you. These letters [points] say Mother’s Day.”
There is no competing with that.
