Archive for May, 2009

Kids Say the Darndest Thing

Payton and I were having a pretty candid discussion last week as I was making some flip flops a little more girly for her! 

P—Mom, how did God make flip flops?

M–Well, He gave us people and machines to make them…….other than that I’m not sure.

P–Well, I think he made them out of bricks and rocks.

M–Oh, okay (not sure they’d be so comfortable and my footwear of choice then, but who am I to argue with a 5 year old?)

P–I know how God makes blankies!

M–You do?

P–Yes, out of cotton balls ’cause they’re so soft like my blankies.

Awwwwww…………………..in a matter of speaking she is right!

Best Shot Monday

I love this little sequence of Payton.  We’ve had lots of rain here recently in North Texas.  She made  a trip to the mailbox for me in her new High School Musical night gown, new HSM umbrella and her “old” lady bug rainboots.

Some of these are pretty dark, but you definitely get what she’s doing.

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Here she is in all her HSM and rainboot glory!

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Kids Say the Darndest Things or…….

the cutest things.  This is one of those instances I know my children can be the utmost considerate and polite.  It’s affirmation that they really have it in ‘em.

Last night I was playing a quick game of Spider Solitaire when P. strolled over.

P–mommy, are you playing spider solitaire?

M–Yes, I am.

P–mommy, you’re really good at Spider.

M–thank you very much, P.

P–You’re welcome.  It’s my pleasure!

Really, where does she get this? 

Just passing along some photo sweetness to go along with her ever so sweet manners!  Don’t mind the dab of peanut butter on her chin….that goes along with another post :o

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Kids Say the Darndest Things

I have yet another one courtesy of Miss P.  I kid you not, we had this conversation mere minutes ago.

P—Mommy is this how 5 year olds wipe their nose?

(as she’s wiping her finger just under her nose … parallel to her lip)

M—What do you mean?

P—You know to get something out of their nose?

M—You don’t use your finger.  You use a tissue!

P—Oh, I shouldn’t use my finger to get boogers out like when I was 4?

Some days it is painstakingly hard to keep a straight face with her in the house.