*Violet drops a crayon on the floor.*
Me: Can you pick that up please sweetheart?
V: No I tan't Mommy - I have a verwy bad told (cold).
"Daddy, you have hittups? You hold your bweath and drink some wadduh, and your wish come true!"
Talking to her Poppy:
Violet: Poppy, you want wed, boo, geen, lellow, purple, white or orange?
Poppy: Um, I'll have white.
Violet: No, no! You want this lellow one wiiiight heeyah.
At the doctor's office:
Doctor: Violet, your Mommy is a very nice lady.
Violet: No! She not a lady. She only a Mommy.
The other night V was crying a bit at bedtime because her Daddy was out and couldn't come sing her a song. After I got her calmed down her nose was a little runny, so I asked if she needed a tissue. Her response, "No Mommy, I otay - I just lit (lick) it *slurp*"
Ah, I love this age! If only I could remember all of the funny things she says. I could write a book!