New Quotes: September 16

Charlotte: “I want to be a huge walking donut with Barbie underwear. I will carry a sign that says ‘Free Donuts!'”

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Riding up on my bike behind an older gentleman walking a dog, Cal screaming in the trailer. The man finally turns to look and says, “Oh! I thought that noise was the brakes on a bus.” Me: “Well, somehow the noise is following me.”

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I was blowing bubbles for Calvin and Charlotte. Char: “It’s childcare.”
Me: “What is?”
Charlotte: “Bubbles!”

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Char: “Mommy, our gerbils didn’t have names.”
Me: “Oh, so did you name them?”
Char: “Yes, I named mine Butter and Preston named one Bread.”

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Just finished reading “A Picture Book of Abraham Lincoln” to Charlotte: “He was our greatest president,” she said. “I’m going to pick a happier book to read now.”

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Me: “Charlotte, it makes me so happy to see you doing a good job helping clean up the playground at school.”
Charlotte: “Yeah, I listen at school… more.”

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Charlotte, coming downstairs from preparing for school: “How does my face look?”
Me: “It looks good, very clean.”
Charlotte: “Well, I don’t know how it got so clean from just one wipe on my shirt!”

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Charlotte: “‘Tortellini’ is Indian for ‘Sit up straight please!'”

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Sitting in the kitchen while I’m making sausage-tortellini soup, Evelyn: “There’s something attacking the tear-spot of my eye.”

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Evelyn, hands on her eyes and wailing: “Mommy, I can’t print anymore because now I’m doing cursive!!!!”

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Charlotte has a birthday party at 2:30 tomorrow afternoon. “I can’t sleep in tomorrow. I have to get up early to be ready for Grace’s party!”

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Evelyn wanders around the upstairs hallway when she was sent up to get in the bathtub. “What are you doing, Evelyn?” I ask.

“I’m trying to find a toilet that Charlotte’s not sitting on.”

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Evelyn: “I think girls should always wear their hair down, no matter how long or short it is.”

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Char: “I never make playdough things as neat and tidy as you do, Evelyn.”
Silence.
Char: “I’m giving you a compliment.”

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Evelyn, tipping her head back and forth: “It’s sounds cloink cloink cloink like rattling soda cans in my head when I tip it like this.”

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Evelyn: “Imagine how many times mushroom pickers must wash themselves.”

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Charlotte, her big brown eyes gazing up at me from her pillow: “Mommy, what do lions eat?”
Me: “They eat meat. Antelopes, deer, other herbivores.”
Charlotte: “But not the babies.”
Me: “Yes, even the babies. And the old and sick ones.”
Charlotte: “Well, the sick ones DO have to be catched.”
And with that, good night, little daughter!

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Reading a book with closed hibiscus in it to Char, she says, “I think there must be a cord that runs up the branch to the sky to know when the moon is out. There’s less light from the moon than from the sun, so that’s how they know when to close their petals.”

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On her first day of school: Charlotte, when I went into her room at 6:20: “I kept looking out the window to see if it was time to get up!”

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Charlotte, “reading” Berenstain Bears: “Papa Bear, our sweetsie cola days are over.”

 

 

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