(Father Blowing his nose)
3 Year old girl: Was that you blowing up?
The three year old girl I spend time with is riding her trike around the house… Me: Don’t go too fast, that’s dangerous. Her: (yelling and frustrated) IM GOING THE SPEED LEMON!!!
3 Year Old Girl: What is Massachusetts?
Me: Massachusetts is where I used to live. I come from Massachusetts, do you know where you are from?
3 Year Old Girl: I come from Costco.
Me: Tell me a really pretty word.
3 Year Old Girl: (She takes a breath to prepare me) Mamasparkle.
Me: Wow, Beautiful.
So the 3 year old girl I’ve been spending most of my time with might be crazy, but, she’s also my favorite.. and knows EXACTLY what will make me laugh. For the past couple of months she’s been trying out her jokes on me in a really sleuth manner. Whenever she needs attention, or feels like she wants to make me laugh, she’ll say something close to:
Do you want to know a thing? or Can I say a thing?
She’s been saying the same variation of ‘thing’ to me for months now, but it’s effective.
Toilets that can fly with water dumping onto your bed.
and then we both crack up laughing.
3 Year Old Girl: I’m feeling happy!
Me: Really? That makes ME feel happy!
3 Year Old Girl: No you can’t feel happy. You’re feeling like trash candy.
Me: But I’m smiling because I’m happy.
3 Year Old Girl: But you’re trash candy.
Me: (Letting out a sneeze) Excuse Me!
Girls Mother: Bless you!
3 Year Old Girl: You are blessed Mary Kate.
While walking to school with a girl I care for the other day we walked passed a scraggly man. He had a shopping cart full of cans and other things, a white beard, and a cane. As we walked passed him she gripped my hand tight and then whispered,
“IS THAT A REAL PIRATE?’
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Today we went to Griffith Park and went on all sorts of adventures. While waiting to take a train ride she spotted a man jogging which inspired the following conversation:
”Why that man has no shirt?”
“Well he’s exercising and is probably very hot.”
“How come girls can’t take their shirts off?”
“Well, women like to keep their breasts private.”
“But he doesn’t care who sees his breast-es? I don’t want to see his breast-es.”
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And then a little later on the train…
“Oh you have an eyelash! let me get it!”
“Can I make a wish?”
“Okay, close your eyes and blow it away!”
“I WISH FOR A BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS TO COME TO MY HOUSE TOMORROW AND TO GIVE A HUG TO YOU AND THEN TO ME!!!!!———I wished for that so hard!!!”
3 year old Girl: “Are you a princess?”
Me: “…Yes”
3 year old Girl:”Well, how come you never wear pretty dresses to my house?”
Me: “I wear dresses to your house a lot!”
3 year old Girl: “I said PRETTY dresses.”
I went to the dog park the other day with a 3 year old girl, and on the way there I asked her to watch out, as there was pretty serious pile of dog poo in the path. She got very offended that the dog pooped in the middle of the path and didn’t clean it up.
When we got inside the park she took it upon herself to inquire with each dog (she would ask the dog directly and not the owners) relatively politely, about which dog left the poop in the path. I would have been embarrassed if it wasn’t the cutest thing in the world.
We never did find out who’s poop it was.
One of the first things she said to me this morning was:
“Let’s yell at dogs for pooping today!”
Her mother seemed concerned.
