Esmé (3 years old) has lots to say about anatomy:
Daddy: Where is your brain?
Esmé: My brain is right in my heart. (points to heart)
Daddy: How many brains do you have?
Daddy: Where are your lungs?
Esmé: Here! (points to head)
Daddy: How many lungs do you have?
Mom: Is your nose connected to your lungs?
Esmé: No, it's COLLECTED all the way down to my foot!
Daddy: Where are your bones?
Esmé: Here! (points to hands)
Daddy: Are they here, too? (points to legs)
Esmé: No, those are my muscles.
Mommy: Where are your eyeballs?
Esmé: Shhhhh, I'm just making tea.
Guess we've got LOTS of work to do before she becomes that neurosurgeon at the age of 18...
The etiquette lessons aren't going so well...
Esmé: Can I have gum?
Daddy: Can you say, "Can I have gum, PLEASE?"
Esmé: I can't!
Daddy: Why not?
Esmé: Because my tongue is too LITTLE!
If you're a Wiggles fan, here's Esmé's news on the subject:
"We're going to watch the red wiggle of a boy and the blue wiggle of a boy and the yellow wiggle of a boy and the purple wiggle of a boy. And the purple wiggle of a boy is going to keep falling asleep. While he's walking."
God is good. Here's Esmé's reason why:
"God makes the most beautiful sandwich in the whole world!"