I Guess That’s One Way

I left Charlie making a PB&J in the kitchen. She’s old enough now and this makes me happy since peanut butter smells gross.

All of a sudden she’s in the living room saying, “Mommy, I used this to get a whole lot of yummy peanut butter.”

An ice cream scoop. She found an ice cream scoop.

Time Change

Charlie doesn’t like the fact that it’s now dark when I pick her up from school in the evenings.  

This was tonight, just before picking up John from work.

“Mommy, where the sun go?”

Being a fan of musicals I replied with,  “The sun has gone to bed and so must I.  Good night, good night, good night.”  Which was, of course, sung.

“But, Mommy, why the sun tired?”

“I don’t know.”

“Mommy, are you tired?”

“A little bit.  Are you tired?”

“I tired, big.”

“You mean a lot?”

“Yeah.”

She got quiet…

One minute later.

“Mommy, me not tired.”

(In case you don’t know the reference,  it’s from The Sound of Music)