I gave Thalia a handful of Cheddar Bunnies to snack on. A minute later Sophia asked me why I gave Thalia so many crackers: Me: But I didn't give her many. Sophia: Yes, you did. Look. Thalia had poured the whole box of Cheddar Bunnies onto her tray, and was quietly enjoying them, one delicious bunny at a time....
Thalia wandered into the house wearing only her diaper after playing with water on the porch. She seemed quite pleased with herself. She pointed to the middle of her wet tummy and said "belly button!" "Yes, honey, belly button!" Then she pointed to the left side of her chest and said "button!"....
Thalia: Mama, I want a cracker. Me: I'm Dada, and this is a cookie. She throws me a look as if to say, "I don't care who you are or what you call it, just hand it over and nobody gets hurt...."
Getting ready to visit Mama and Thalia's new baby sister Freya at the hospital: Me: It's time to go see Mama and the baby! Go get your shoes! Thalia: No. Me: There are your shoes, over there! Get your shoes! Thalia: No. Me: Do you want to see Mama? Thalia: No. Me: Do you want to see the baby? Thalia: Yes! Me: Go get your shoes then! Thalia: No. Me: Do you want to go outside? Thalia: Outside! Me: Get your shoes then! Thalia: No... I'd get the shoes myself, but I've collapsed in my daddy chair after a late night of holding Freya while Laura got some well needed rest.
Me: What does it mean "to prove" the dough? Laura: That's when you get the dough to rise. Thalia: Poo. Laura: Not "poo." It's "prove." Thalia: Poo. Me: (chuckling harder than necessary for a man my age at my toddler's unintended potty humor...)
Thalia calls Laura "Mama." She calls Sophia "Ee-ah." And she calls me "Mamadada." I correct her every time. "Do I look like your mama, child!" She laughs then says "Dada" ad nauseam for no reason in particular...