Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Very Thirsty

Molly:  *attempting to stall bedtime* I'm very thirsty.
Butch:  No, you're not.
Molly:  Yes, I am.  *getting right up in Butch's face*  Look!

(April 17, 2012)

Losin' It

Molly:  What you got there?
Me:  Some work I have to take home tonight so I can finish it.  So Daddy can take it back to school for me tomorrow.
Molly:  No!  Don't have Daddy take it.  He'll lose it.
Me:  Oh he will?
Molly:  Yeah.  Daddy, you're losin' it.

(April 17, 2012)

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Don't Cry, Daddy

Butch:  *upon walking into the bathroom to find that Molly has had a poop accident in the tub and is now standing half-in-half-out of the tub, attempting to wipe her wet self with toilet paper, with pieces of toilet paper floating in the tub and the toilet as well.*  Oh, Molly ...

Molly:  Don't cry, Daddy.  It's ok.  Don't cry, Daddy.

(April 12, 2012)

Like Rapunzel's Hair

Molly:  *describing her first poop in the potty*  It was big enough.  And it was loooooooooong like Rapunzel's hair.

(April 12, 2012)

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Yes I Am, Mom

Me:  Do you want regular pancakes or chocolate-chip pancakes?
Molly:  Plain pancakes.
Me:  You're not my child.
Molly:  *matter-of-factly*  Yes I am, Mom.  *walks away*

(April 8, 2012)

Tuesday, April 3, 2012


Molly:  *As we are snuggling at bedtime, she suddenly whispers* Hey. I'm proud of you for peeing in the potty.

(April 2, 2012)

Monday, April 2, 2012

Potty Rain

Me: Good job! Now hold on a second and make sure you give the pee pee a chance to drip off some in the potty so it doesn't run down your legs this time.

Molly: It can drip down like rain!

Me: Yes, exactly. It can drip like the rain.

Molly: Like potty rain!

(April 2, 2012)

Very Hungry for Cake

Molly:  *Walks up to find me eating some of her leftover birthday cake.*  I want a cake.
Me:  You need to eat your rice.  You have to eat dinner before you can have cake.
Molly:  But no, not rice.  I'm very hungry for cake.

(April 2, 2012)

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Could You Sing That?

Molly:  *Sings something that sounds like gibberish, then looks at me.*  Could you sing that?
Me:  No, I don't know that song.
Molly:  But could you sing that for me?
Me:  I don't know that song, so I can't sing it.
Molly:  You just sing, "All the chicken in the barn tastes oh so fab'lous."  Now could you sing that?

(April 1, 2012)