Let Me Make Myself Clear...

I was going to watch Stacy's kids while she went to an appointment. Katherine was really excited to play with Tanner, so she started to get antsy when they hadn't arrived at the appointed time. K: "Maybe they aren't coming." Me: "They're coming. Do you want me to read a story to you while we wait?" K: "No....Maybe Aunt Stacy forgot." Me: "She didn't forget. She's just running late." K: (With her usual exasperated "Oh, come on, Mommy" look) "She's driving."

What Goes Around Comes Around

From the time-out corner: "Mom, you are GROUNDED from getting me in trouble!"

If You Can't Say Something Nice....

K: "Mommy, you're fat."
Me: "Katherine, that isn't a nice thing to say."
K: (After a moment, with a lightbulb appearing above her head) You're not OLD.....is that nice?"

Menu For Picky Eaters

Emma has to be one of the pickiest eaters on the planet. I swear she complains about 99% of the food that is placed in front of her. Recently, I put her plate in front of her and she immediately started whining about how disgusting it was. Frustrated, I told her that she better stop complaining about dinner every night or I was going to start implementing consequences. Without hesitation, Katherine piped up, "Or else Mommy is going to feed you SPIDERS!!!"

The Alphabet

Katherine was singing letters in a random order to the tune of the alphabet song. When she finished, she excitedly announced, "I sang my ABC's upside-down!"

Discovering New Talents

We were out shopping, and when we got back to the van I picked Katherine up from the cart and "flew" her to her seat in the van. With a big smile, she exclaimed, "I KNEW I could fly!" Now I'm just worried that she's going to experiment with this "newly-discovered talent"!

Staying on Topic

I had been ironing when Katherine walked into the room, so I warned "Don't touch the iron. It's hot." She replied (since we were on the subject), "Oh. Can I touch some candy?"

Branding

We bought some store-brand Tang, which the label says is "Orange Early-Rise", but we still call Tang. Just to get a reaction, Chris insists on calling it Orange Early-Rise. One day, Katherine asked me for some Tang, then said "Daddy calls it Orange Early-Rise." I said, "Daddy is so silly." She looked at me funny and said, "I call him WRONG."

Personal Space

I caught her sneaking into a bag of marshmallows, which she had already been told she could not have. She scowled at me and said, "I just want to be alone right now."

Daddy's True Identity

With her eyes big and her hand up to her mouth, as if she were about to divulge some great secret, she said, "I think Daddy is a monkey!"

Katherine on Poop

We have all had the experience of being in a bathroom stall next to someone who seems to....how shall I put this?...have some intestinal discomfort. Of course we don't draw attention to this fact. We finish our business as quickly as possible and get the heck out of there. Sadly, this doesn't fit into Katherine's way of thinking. If she is in the restroom at the same time as someone who has the aforementioned problem, she has to acknowledge it...loudly: "Eeeeewwwww!" followed by your choice of the following: "That's disgusting!" "What was that loud noise?" "Who was that?!" I don't know who is more embarrassed; me, or the poor woman in the next stall.


Katherine has been potty trained since right around her birthday last March, but she still wears Pull-Ups at night. Lately, if she feels the need to move her bowels before she has gotten dressed in the morning, she has been just doing her business right in the Pull-Up. Why she would want to do this when she knows how to do it in the toilet is beyond me. When she has done this I tell her that it makes me upset because I know she is a big girl and knows how to go in the toilet, and I don't like to change poopy Pull-Ups. So, one morning she didn't want to get dressed before having breakfast. I wasn't real crazy about this idea, because I knew that there was a possibility that she would poop before she had a chance to finish breakfast and get dressed. So I told her that she could eat breakfast in her pajamas, but she was to go to the bathroom if she needed to poop. She ate her breakfast, and as I was cleaning up I caught an unpleasant whiff. *groan* I said, "Katherine, did you poop in your Pull-Up?!" She grinned a devilish grin and nodded. I said, "I asked you to go to the bathroom if you needed to poop!" Her reply, with raised eyebrows and hand on hip (just oozing attitude....and fortunately nothing else), was "Did you say please?". { :O Hmmmm....Honestly I don't remember if I did or not. Then, a separate time, I was helping her change out of a poopy Pull-Up, and thinking about how I keep telling her that it makes me feel upset that she keeps doing that, and I asked her how she thought it made me feel to have to change a poopy Pull-Up. Her reply: "Sick". LOL! True enough. :)