I whisper to Thalia, "I love you!"
She shyly giggles then whispers back, "I love Grandpa!"
Haha. I love your grandpa, too, kid...
We have to be thorough about cleaning the carpet after meals or else Baby Freya turns into a little scavenger:
Me: Thalia, please pick up any food on the floor under the table before the baby finds it and eats it.
Thalia: There isn't any food under the table.
Me: Good. Check to see if the baby is eating anything.
Thalia: She's eating a person.
Laura's Post:
Thalia's been getting over a runny nose, but she thinks that snot is called poop. I had to correct her. Now I'm rethinking all of our earlier conversations...