"Momma, when I get bigger, I want to die my hair purple." (Why?) "It's my favorite color."
As she goes from the dinner table to the play kitchen to serve us plastic food:
"Wait, I need to wash my face. I don't want my customers to think that I have been eating."
"If me and Maya were ants, we could ride on the fan like a Ferris wheel."
Serving plastic food in the play kitchen, "Today we have credit cards, doughnuts and cookies." (Umm... I'll take the Visa.)
Not liking her dinner this evening, "What else are you serving tonight, Momma?"
And regarding the recently identified "headache": "My headache is so bad, it's like it is bleeding inside my brain." And, used in it's other form regarding the month long sewer pipe replacement that has our entire street dug up: "I hope they're done soon. What a headache!"
At bedtime:
Me: "Ella, I'm sorry I had no patience today. I am so very tired. It is hard to be patient when you're tired.'
Ella: "Oh, Momma. You need to get more sleep."
So anyway, we were discussing the seasons and again with the pesky rotation of the earth, how we have winter part of the year when our part of the earth is tilted away from the sun. She nods gravely and says, "Yeah, because of China..."
I fear she is going to use China as some sort of scapegoat for everything.
And, my personal favorite: "Oh look! Maya fell down and she didn't even get a head injury!"
I guess that is what you get when you have a mom who is a trauma nurse...
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