Sunday, September 19, 2010
*sitting on the bank of a river*
Chloe: *deafening screams of terror*
Tellulah: "What's wrong Chloe!?"
Dad: "Hey, hey, come here what's the matter?"
Chloe *still shaking and wide eyed* "It scared me!"
Tellulah: "Oh the spider over there, running up the bank."
Dad: "Chloe that's a Daddy Long Leg, it won't bother you."
Tellulah: "Chloe, look how small it is, it's just afraid of you, because you are so much bigger than it is. It won't hurt you."
Chloe: "I'm just afraid of it."
Tellulah: "What if you were that size? If you were that small you'd be afraid of getting stepped on, just like it is afraid of you stepping on it."
Chloe: "No, if I was a spider, I'd just yell".... (switches to tiny high pitched scream) Daddy, daddy, come save me I'm over here!"
Dad: "Ha!, I would totally come save you, but I'm afraid of......"
Chloe: (interrupts me, drops her voice, puts her finger in my face, gets evil look on her face) "YOU BETTER REMEMBER ME WHEN I'M A SPIDER!!!!"
Dad: *Wide-eyed stare at Tellulah*
Tellulah: *belly laughs*
Friday, September 17, 2010
*Chloe and I driving to school listening to The Clash*
Daughter: "I'm playing drums!"
Dad: *joins in on the drumming* "So Am I!"
Daughter: "You need to play a different instrument."
Dad: *switches to bass guitar* "Ok, I'm the bass player and your're the drummer."
*jamming out to The Guns of Brixton for a minute*
Dad: "We're in a band, what should we call it?"
Daughter: "I don't know."
Dad: "Well, we need a name for our band so people will know who we are."
Daughter: "I don't know"
Dad: "Pick a name, any name you want."
(this is where I prepare myself for the inevitable "We're the Princesses!")
Daughter: ........long pause.......... "A Bird!"
Daughter: "No silly, that's the name of our band!"
Dad: "A Bird?"
Daughter "Yeah, A Bird."
Dad: "Awesome band name Chloe!"
Daughter: ........stops drumming puts thumb in mouth......"Yeah, I know, we're awesome."
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Dad: "Will a hot shower make you feel better?"
Daughter: "Yeah"............."But my belly is saying that he wants to lay down for a minute."
Dad: "Would your stomach telling you he wants to lay down for a minute have anything to do with the fact that you're watching cartoons?"
Dad: "Is your stomach a boy or a girl?"
Daughter: "He's a girl, a pretty girl like you."