Monday, January 30, 2012

Criticising rap shows you're out of order

Casually getting on her pajamas...

Daughter:  "I wish I was still three."

Dad: "Oh yeah, why?"

Daughter: "Because three is the magic number."

---side note, as I was posting this Daughter saw the picture and exclaimed..."Is that me on the Moon!?"

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Quite possibly the last time she'll believe in the fat old man.

It's been quite sometime since I posted one of these.  I can't decide if it is laziness, or that she has now started saying hilarious things so much I can't keep up...regardless.   This Christmas convincing her of Santa was harder than ever, she's 2 days away from turning 6 and with that comes ALOT more common sense.  I mean how does he get into our house if we don't have a chimney?  And don't get me started on the multiple Santa's around town stuff. Tellulah and I pulled it off again this time, or so I like to believe we did.

A few days after Christmas, coming up from the basement.....

Daughter:  "HEY! I know where Santa got the wrapping paper for my gifts."

Dad: *knowing I didn't put them away I kind of freeze trying to come up with something* "Oh, where?"

Daughter: *giant grin on her face pointing at pile of wrapping paper* "From down here."

Dad: "What!?" *runs down the steps and smiles* "Oh cool, Santa must have left his extra wrapping paper for us!"


Daughter: "Wow....he's really nice............but sneaky"

Dad: *turns to find her giving me a penetrating stare* "Yeah...sneaky...."