Dorie: I just ate something good --it wasn't a booger; it was sweet-tasting!
Me: Really? What was it? Where did you get it?
Dorie: From my nose.
February 4, 2012
Here is a conversation from our day in the car, prompted by two exclusively parental cans of Mountain Dew:
Dorie: James, do you want to be caffeinated?
James: Yeah!
Dorie: Me too! February 3, 2012
Dorie (to her Omi): The girls in Malaysia say "mamasita." I can say "mamasita" so I can talk to them! January 31
On James' birthday, Dorie was distraught about something. She said this, sobbing, while looking at James' Thomas-the-Tank-Engine birthday balloon.
Dorie: I want to smile like the trains, but I can't.
Me: Why can't you?
Dorie: Because I'm not an engine.
January 25, 2012
Me: Dorie, what would you want to eat?
Dorie: Peanut Butter and Jelly!
Me: James, what do you want for lunch?
James: Eat People!
Me: James, you can't eat people!
James: Why not?
My kids are playing house in the way all little boys and girls do:
Dorie: Husband, come here!
James: No! They also brought TomTom and
Bojangles to me to kiss. "Ouch!" I said. "Why are they hot?!" Oh dear,
their plastic dolls now have melted wounds on their heads from the
stove.James and Dorie are not ready to be parents. January 19
