From the Mouthes of Babes...

It's been a while since my last M.o.B. post (yeah, ok, so it's been a while since I've posted anything worth reading, if I'm being completely honest with myself), so here is a culmination of the conversations over the past few weeks:

N: "Momma, I want to take some of that pink medicine." (that would be Amoxicillin, not that other pink medicine, in case you're curious)
A: "Norah, Dr. Ransom gave this medicine to Eli to help his ear get better."
N: "Momma, Dr. Ransom did not give Eli that medicine. That boy at Target gave that medicine to you."

I guess that's what I get for opting to simplify the explanation of the way in which prescription drugs are obtained. She caught me in an unintentional half-truth on a technicality. (And, incidentally, that "boy" at Target happens to be one of our church Elders. )

N: "I love this tiny, baby dinosaur." (indicating a random, itty bitty plastic toy)
A: "Is his name Dino?"
N: "No, Momma! He's not purple!"

For the record, she has never seen the Flintstones (at least that I know of), and her only exposure to Dino, was about a month ago when I took her for a super-quick trip to Kroger's and she noticed a Dino ride (the kind that occasionally eats your quarter, leaving you with a disappointed toddler on your hands), and I told her it's name. I guess from this, isolated experience she concluded that "All dinosaurs named "Dino" must be purple, but not all purple dinosaurs must be named "Dino".

On Thanksgiving, we talked at length about blessings. I encouraged Norah to say a blessings-centered prayer at bedtime that night, and this was the result:

N: "Dear God, thank you for Mommy and Daddy. Thank you for my fan working. Thank you for picnics and bizzert. Thank you for Jesus. Thank you for Mommy and Daddy's fan working. Amen."

Side note: Her fan has been "working" for over a year now. When she moved into her big girl room in October '07, there was no ceiling fan, so Jason added one (it's never not worked, because my husband's got skills to pay the bills). She was so amazed by her new, overhead fixture, that she prayed about it for weeks. I guess it's still one of her favorite things after all this time...and she's thankful that Mommy and Daddy can enjoy our fan, as well.

"Bizzert" is what she calls dessert 90% of the time. She knows the proper way to say it, but has obtained maximum results when requesting her version of the word, so she favors it.