The girls have been saying some pretty funny things lately, and I thought I should record them for posterity.
On Saturday, I took Emmalena to have her bangs trimmed. She is performing with the school choir Thursday night, and I thought it would be more enjoyable watching her if I could actually see her eyes. She prefers her bangs longer than I like. Yes, we are already having THOSE kind of issues! Emmalena was not thrilled about having her hair cut, but she maintained herself while we were in the salon. Once we got into the car, it was a different story. She LOST it! She continued to "lose it" for another hour once we got home. I sent her to her room, and ignored her. But, I could hear her repeating over and over
"I look like a retarded clown!"
Where did she come up with that????
After my wonderful morning with Emmalena, I took Skinny Little Isabella to have some pants taken in. Life is very hard when your waist belongs to a four year old, and your legs belong to a seven year old! Anyway, after we had finished up at the shop I said to her "Come on chickie-poo, we have one more stop to make." She looked at me and said
"Why did you call me Chicken Poop?"
Last night Jimmy and I were talking in bed before we fell asleep, and Ali, who likes to party until about 11pm, was between us. I noticed she was getting sleepy and suggested to Jimmy that he turn of his light. As he leaned over and reached for the light Ali said, in her sweet, sleepy voice
"Mommy, my daddy have a big, fat head."
I laughed hysterically, but Jimmy didn't think it was that funny!
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