Cue "5 Tone Communication" sequence....

On a rather muggy and stormy Sunday afternoon, filled with packing, cooking, cleaning, movies, etc. We stopped for a moment after a particularly heavy downpour and attack of thunder and lightening and walked out onto the front porch. The sky was an almost even split of bright and eerily dreadful orange and gray, coupled with a bright and deep deep blue.

Dad: "Wow! Check that out!  What a sky!"

Daughter: "Woah!!!"

....pause......

Daughter: "When we move to another planet I hope it's as cool as this one."

Dad: *face slightly scrunched with confusion* 
 "Babe, I don't think we're ever going to move to another planet."

Daughter: "Not now, but very soon we will."

Dad: *complete serious deadpan stare at daughter*

Daughter: "Cool sky"  *turns and walks inside, humming softly*

I don't know where I'd be without your perspective.

Dad: "So how was your dentists visit?"

Chloe: "Good, he said I need to floss more, and that my brown tooth is getting loose and will come out soon."

Dad: *tugging on the tooth* "Yes, it is almost ready to come out, you need to give it to me if it comes out."

Chloe: "No way! I'm giving it to the tooth fairy, so I can get some money for it!"

Dad: "Well, yes, but I need to inspect it and contact the tooth fairy, so don't leave it anywhere, ok?"

Chloe: "Ok.......*pause*....so how was your day?"

Dad: *looking up from my dinner* 
"It was fine....thanks...stressful but fine otherwise."

Chloe "Why was it stressful?"

Dad: "Someone broke into my car."

Chloe: "Why didn't you lock it?"

Dad: "I did, but they broke the window and tore it apart."

Chloe: "Why?"

Dad: "I guess because they wanted to find something, maybe money."

Chloe: "Well, things could be worse."

Dad: *sits back and looks at daughter with a smile*
"Yes, you are right, they could be far worse."

Chloe: *mouth full of food, pointing fork at me*
"Yeah, they could have stolen my tooth."

Of course it does.

Lessons in spelling. Something I have been doing alot of lately is balancing that fine line of allowing Daughter's new found enjoyment of writing to blossom as it will, not to put any hindrance on her exploration of the beautiful language we call English. (OK it's not that pretty of a language but still-it beats grunts and groans)

Dad: "What are you writing?"
Daughter: "A word I learned."
Dad: "That doesn't really spell anything."
Daughter: "Of course it does."

There's a Fine Lion.

*upstairs cleaning up daughters room as she recovers from the flu downstairs*

Daughter: "daddy.......Daddy..........Daddy!.......DADDY!"

Dad: *coming down the steps* "Yeah baby, what's up?"

Daughter: "You can't hurt lions because they are imported"

Dad: "Important?"

Daughter "huh?"

Dad: "They are important"

Daughter: "I know, that's what I said!"

Dad: *sighs and turns to go back to work on room*

Daughter: "DADDY!"

Dad: *from the top of stairs* "What!?"

Daughter: "You shouldn't eat them either."

Dad:......"Yeah eating lions is a bad idea."

Daughter: "Because they're imported."

Like Father - Like Daughter

Daughter: "My favorite word is No!"

Dad: "Oh? IS it?"

Daughter: "Yes!"

Dad: "Why is No your favorite word?"

Daughter: "Well Matt and Mommy say No is my favorite word."

Dad: *chuckles* "Well, they have a good point, but I think there is a difference between your favorite word and your most used word."

Daughter: "Huh?"

Dad: "What is your favorite word to say?"

Daughter:.....*thinking*..... "My favorite word is Love!"

Dad: *smiles* "That's a great word."

*long quiet pause.......*

Daughter: "But I do say No alot."

Dad: "Yeah you do."

Creepy Little Kid....

*arriving home after the typical Friday night TJ's and grocers stop. As I am unloading bags into the house Chloe goes ahead of me.*

Daughter: "Daddy, I'm going to go put my stuff down inside."

Dad: "Ok, thanks, I'll be right in"

Daughter: *running out of the house* "I saw something!"

Dad: "What did you see?"

Daughter: "It was dark and ran across the house!"

Dad: "You probably saw one fo the mice, it's cold they're coming inside now."

Daughter: "Mice are grey, this was darker and bigger!"

Dad: "baby, mice can look dark from a distance, they're small and run fast, now help me with these bags."

Daughter: "No, she was my size!"

Dad: "What!?...She?!....you're size?!"

*temporary stare off; me at the car, Chloe on the porch*

Daughter:".....uh....maybe it was my imagination or something like that."

Dad: TOTALLY FUCKING CREEPED OUT.... proceeds to bake cookies anyway..

Bed Wetting Training is in Full Affect

*slowly waking up and feeling Chloe's little foot with his, realizing she crawled into bed with him (normal routine)*

Dad: "Chloe, good morning are you awake?"

Daughter: "Yes. Can I have some cereal?"

Dad: "Sure, did you wet your bed?"

Daughter: "Nope."

Dad: (still laying on my side facing away from her) "Did you wet mine?....."

Daughter: "Nope."

Dad: *smile creeps across face*

Daughter: "Oh, wait....."

Dad: *eyes pop open and smile disappears*

Daughter: *shuffling around in bed* "Ahhh...no, actually I didn't pee on anything."

Dad: *relaxes, starts to drift back off*

Daughter: "So can I have some cereal?"

Dad: *wakes back up*...."ok, ok...I'm going." *gets up heads to the bathroom and is cut off by 4 year old doing the "potty dance"*

-success.