Laura's Post:
Me: Thalia, we're going to shop for a new car today.
Thalia: A racing car?!
Me: No.
Thalia: (disappointed) Oh. OK...
She had other suggestions (which I don't think can fit three car seats)...
While driving around town running errands, we were listening to an audiobook of C.S. Lewis's The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Chapter Eight, "Two Narrow Escapes":
...And now the real danger was at hand. Could they get it over the poop, or was it already too tight? Yes. It would just fit. It was resting on the poop rails. A dozen or more sprang up on the poop. This was far better. The Sea Serpent’s body was so low now that they could make a line across the poop and push side by side....
Thalia: Haha! Poop. He pushed poop. Haha...
I know. Obvious potty humor. But I was eagerly anticipating my two-year-old to point that out, and she did not disappoint, haha...
Thalia: I'm very sick! I need to go to the doctor!
Laura: You're sick? What do you have?
Thalia: I have hummus...
I hear that's been spreading.
I overheard Thalia playing in the living room by herself joyfully singing her new theme song:
I can't obey Daddy!
I can't obey Daddy!
I Caaaaan't!
Obeeeeeey!
I can't do it!
Daddy!..."
at least it's catchy...
Laura: Thalia, where's your helmet? Do you know where your helmet is?
Thalia: Yeah.
Laura: (after a pause) Are you just saying yeah to me?
Thalia: Yeah...
Whenever Thalia hurts herself, she loudly cries out
"DADDY! I'M OK! I'M OK! I'M OK!"
Nevermind that she's actually not OK and needs a Band-Aid, asap!...
Now I come running whenever she says OK...
Me: Here, Thalia, throw this away for Daddy, please.
Thalia: (with attitude) OK. I won't!
She then takes it from me and walks straight to the kitchen and throws it away...
Who's complaining? I'll take uncivil obedience any day over the other kind...