Friday, May 15, 2015


Little One often wakes me by slithering around to my side of the bed, leaning over, and loudly whispering something into my ear. Sometimes it is the middle of the night, often it is just slightly too early in the morning. Most of the time, she says, "My tummy hurts." Through the deductive powers of a Mother of Four, I have figured out that's little-kid code for "Something feels off." It could be that she's scared or cold or has a sore throat or whatever, but she hasn't surpassed the stage where she can articulate the actual issue. Other times, though, Madeline wakes me with the most bizarre and amusing utterances. Here are some of my recent favorites:

"Mom, I've been thinking about those cookies on the airplane."
"Mom, how can we get those bananas to turn yellow?"
"Mom, why is the dog taking all the cuddle space? Cuddle is really important to me."
"Mom, waffles are calling me. No? Then, how about French toast? No? Then, how about plain toast?"
"Mom, I'm planning on living here until I'm 100."
"Mom, I went outside and it smells like morning."

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