Our little 37-month-old is easy to please...
She had a runny nose, so I grabbed a handkerchief from Dad's pile and handed it to her. "Look, Mommy! The handkerchief even has a hole so I can stick my finger through it!"
Great feature, those holes. Now I know what to do with all the raggedy things.
It's not enough to be a fire fighter. She's going to be a fire TRUCK fighter. Bad things, those fire trucks...
Every so often we get into a profound discussion on love:
Esmé: I only love Mommy!
Esmé: Because I farted.
Daddy: What does that have to do with love?
Esmé: Love is something you share with everybody.
Daddy: And farting is something you share with everybody?
We've been studying whales, and part of that study is about Jonah. We talked about how Jonah disobeyed God and got "timeout" in a big fish to think about things.
Mom: Would you like to have timeout in the belly of a big fish?!
Esmé: No! I would like timeout in a castle!
Me too, baby girl. Me too...
Here's Bambi for ya, playing in her meadow and showing off her antlers: