Peppa Pig Chocolate Eggs

Laura's Post:

Twas the month of Christmas, and all through the house... it was suspiciously quiet...

"Thalia, where are you?"
Thalia emerged from her room, mouth covered in chocolate.
"I was eating a treat!"
"What! There are no treats."

Sophia's handmade wrapping paper was strewn across the bedroom floor. The Peppa Pig chocolate egg box was completely gone. After the "I WANT SOME MORE!!" tantrum had subsided, I said, "If you find a treat, ask me before you eat it." Yep, it sounded ridiculous to me once I said it, too. 

We'll just agree that, if we find a chocolate egg, we will devour it happily and apologize later.

Car Bubble

Laura's Post:

Thalia: Your other car broke?
Me: Yes.
Thalia: It popped?

Thankfully, no.

The Naughty One

Laura's Post:

Feeding Freya, she repeatedly knocks the spoon out of my hand and laughs. 

Me: Wow! You're a naughty one!
Thalia: No. I'M the naughty one!

Oh, boy.

I Do Déclair

I celebrate the end of our shopping trip at Meijer by opening a small box of mini éclairs to share with my girls, Daddy's little helpers. 

A toddler near us whines to her mother about wanting a donut.

"No, honey, we're not getting donuts."

"But why is she eating a donut?"

"Because she's shopping with her daddy."

The mother definitely meant for me to hear her say that.
I look at the mom and mouth apologetically, "Don't tell Mommy!"

She gives me a weary "Thanks for that" look and strolls away with her whimpering daughter with the sad eyes...

I can't say I feel bad about that. Too busy eating yummy éclairs with my happy-eyed children... ; )

Animal Teeth!

Laura's Post:

Me: Aunty Kitt is coming for Christmas.
Thalia: What we get her?
Me: I don't know.
Thalia: Animal teeth!
Me: Animal teeth?
Thalia: Lion and piggy teeth!
(She leaves the room and comes back with a visual aid)
Me: Oh! An electric toothbrush!
Thalia: (triumphant ) Animal teeth!

Climbing Wall

Thalia: (frustrated and pointing to the china cabinet) I can't climb up the climbing wall!

It's going to be a long winter.

Stretching All Night

First thing in the morning, I am less than coherent, so it takes me a while to process that my two-year-old is trying to chat with me. She's not fazed by that. She'll happily repeat herself until she's acknowledged...

Thalia: Daddy, I was stretching all night. I was stretching all night. I was stretching all night. I was stretching all night. I was stretching all night.
Sophia: You were stretching?
Thalia: No, all night.
Me: Why were you stretching all night?
Thalia: Because.