The first words I hear almost every day are, "It's the morning time, Mommy. Time to gee up. It's the morning time!" (And in case you're wondering, these words are usually proclaimed in my bed, at close proximity to my still sleeping face....and yes, I still find it endearing, even considering the circumstances)
Two nights ago, Jason got a bowl of vanilla ice cream and sat, eating it at the table (where Norah was still working on finishing her dinner). Norah asked him if she could have some butter (not quite sure why she thought he was eating butter with a spoon, as I assure you, it is not a typical Robinson County occurance). Jason was so tickled that she really thought he was scarfing a bowl of butter, that he let her have a taste. She immediately reacted with a gleeful, "That's ice cream!" Since then, anytime she's caught Daddy with a bowl, she's asked for "a bite of butter, please?", in hopes that her girlish charm will score her another taste of his coveted Bluebell!
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My little alarm clock says, "Mama, you wake? You sleepin'?" About 3 inches from my face. Unfortunately, 3 year olds don't have snooze buttons. ;)
Ahhh, the ever prominent "It's morning" occurs here as well only Ms. Em has no volume control so we usually have to have an hour or so to regain our hearing. I wish I woke with that much energy!
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