Scene: Sunday morning, all of the monkey family snuggling in bed
The kid (suddenly and very solemnly): I want to tell you about my family.
Us: Okay.
Kid: I have four daughters.
Us: You do? Where do they live?
Kid (sadly): They live far away. I have a husband too.
Us: You do?
Kid: Yeah. Her name is Adaya.
Us: Oh. Does she know she is your husband?
Kid: No, not quite yet.
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Scene: Tuesday night, witching hour with a grouchy three year old
Kid: I want to be alone. All by myself.
Me: Okay (I get up off the couch to go see to dinner)
Kid: Noooo! Mama! You sit down. I sit on your lap to be alone.
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Scene: this morning, a very cold morning
Kid: It feels cold on my face!
Me: Yep, winter is coming
Kid: My teeth are dancing!
Me: That is called “shivering”
Kid: That is so silly. My teeth like to dance in my mouth.
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Scene: In the car on the way home from school
Kid: You don’t eat paper, right?
Me: Um, no, you don’t. Paper isn’t food.
Kid: Yeah. And red paper doesn’t taste like strawberries.
Me: Did you try to eat some red paper?
Kid: It DOESN”T taste like strawberries, Mama. Conner say so but it doesn’t.