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Little Things-part deux

  • Olivia wandered into our bedroom one night after she had been put to bed. “Mama?” I was used to her stall tactics, so I looked at her and said “What is it, Olivia?” “You know what Sophia has?” She asked me. “No, what does Sophia have?” “Sophia has a two-head!” “A two-head?” I asked. “Yeah, I have a four-head and Sophia has a two-head and you have a 29-head.” I looked at her, laughing “Well what about Daddy?” “Oh, he used to have a 29-head, then he had some birthdays, so I guess he is a 31-head?”
  • Sophia was, once again, running through the house. Bill yelled at her to stop running. She ran over to him, her little legs going and proclaimed “Daddy, my body is telling me I have to run! I can’t stop running, because my body wants me to run in the house!”
  • Bill overheard this exchange between Olivia and Sophia, as Sophia was trying to get a book off of the bookshelf in the living room. “No Sophia, we aren’t allowed to get a book off of the shelf unless our room is clean and our room isn’t clean, so Mama and Daddy won’t let us have a book.” Bill said “I was so ready to be proud of Olivia, and then I heard the REST of the conversation.” Olivia continued: “So, you have to be really quiet when you’re getting them off of the shelf so Daddy doesn’t hear you!”
  • After we had put the girls to bed one night, we heard clucking, chicken noises, followed by whining and then, crying. Bill went into the room to find Sophia sobbing “Olivia is being a chicken, but I don’t want her to be a chicken!” Olivia responded by clucking at Bill. Bill said “Okay Olivia, no more chicken noises, time for bed. Sophia, calm down she won’t make any more chicken noises.” As soon as he had shut the door, he heard Olivia say: “Moo”.
  • After farting one morning, Olivia sniffed and said “Why do I smell broccoli?” I told her “Because you tooted!” She responded: “But, that’s crazy, toots don’t smell like broccoli.” I had to inform her that sometimes, toots DO smell like broccoli.
  • The girls have “person lights” now (RIP Dinosaur lights), and one somehow got a small (barely noticeable) scratch on it. Of course, every night Sophia complains that she doesn’t like the “one with a scratch”. At dinner she kept complaining that she didn’t like scratches, and I responded that she only has Olivia or herself to blame and to stop being so silly. Olivia said “Well, maybe it was a tiger.” “A tiger?” Bill asked. “Yes. A tiger. Maybe the tiger tried to bite the person light, but he couldn’t, so he scratched it, and then when he saw the other person light he tried to bite it, and couldn’t, but couldn’t scratch it either because he ran out of scratches. So that is why one has a scratch and the other one doesn’t.”
  • My birthday is Saturday, and Bill told the girls we were going to Disneyland to celebrate Mama’s birthday. Unfortunately, he told them LAST weekend, so of course the concept of time is a little lost on them in the excitement. Olivia looked at me last weekend and said “Mama? Why can’t you have your birthday already? I want to go to Disneyland!” I looked at her and said “yeah, about 30 years ago your MeMe was asking the same question.” (I was born two weeks late).

5 comments to Little Things-part deux

  • Raven

    Oh, the tales of the Misses O&S keep me laughing, that’s for sure. Those girls have such imaginations. And O is still showing herself as a mischevious leader & plotter. The moo thing had me in stitches. And if she’s anything like I was when I was little (and it seems like she is), if Bill had walked in to find S getting a book, O’d have said “Daddy I told her she couldn’t.” and conveniently left out the rest.

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    natalie Reply:

    I’m going to wind up biting a hole in my cheek or lip one of these days, it can be SO hard to keep a straight face. They’re pretty hilarious.

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  • You have funny little girls. Moo.

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    natalie Reply:

    They’re a hoot.

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  • Traci

    I have a cousin Scott that has a younger brother Todd, when Todd was about two we explained that he was now a toddler. Scott was 4, he looked at us and said, “then I must be a Scottler”. Touché! LOVE the logic!!! And your smart ass Olivia! You’re gonna be in big trouble in about 8 years!!!

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