Stella: Mom, let’s take a quick selfie before I get on the bus.
(Why does she already know what a selfie is?!?!)
Henry: Mom, Charlotte is my ballet teacher.
Henry: Mom, can you take a picture of this? And send it to dad? Because I LOVE it! Are you going to buy one?
Charlotte: What? I’m just TRYING to be like Mayhem. I make everything out of paper now.
(Paper apron WITH pocket.)
Stella: I’m not sure about this.
(Me neither my sweet baby girl. I blurred out the even more traumatized 1st grade boy.)
And a couple of conversations at our house lately.
Stella: I want to grow up so I can have my own rules.
Andy: Don’t wish your life away. Being a kid is cool. When you grow up you are an adult and have to get a job and stuff.
Charlotte: Or you just check out.
Me and Andy: What? Check out?
Charlotte: You know, check out. Like mom did. Mom, who checked you out of work?
Me: Oh, um, well, daddy kind of did.
Charlotte: Yes, like that. I think I’ll check out too.
Stella: Mom, I love your bracelet.
Charlotte: I like your necklace. When I’m a mom, I want it.
Stella: And I want your bracelet when I’m a mom.
Henry: When I’m a dad, I’m going to drink beer.
Henry: And Gatorade.