Dirt Makes Me Happy

Molly:  *spotting a mound of dirt at a construction site we drove past*  Look!  Look at that dirt!
Me:  Oh wow, yeah, that's a big pile of dirt.  I bet you'd like to dig in that dirt, huh?
Molly:  *nodding*  Yeah.
Me:  You just love playing in the dirt, don't you?
Molly:  Yeah.  Dirt makes me happy.

(June 16, 2012)

Charmin'

Molly:  These are my flowers, and I'm gettin' marry.
Me:  Ok, who are you marrying?
Molly:  The prince.
Me:  Does the prince have a name?
Molly:  Uh-huh.  *in the most country voice she has ever used in her life* Prince Charmin'!

(June 23, 2012)

Hi!

Charlotte:  *sitting in her stroller in the waiting room before my doctor appointment.*
Random Lady #1:  Hi there, cutie.
Charlotte:  *silence.*
Random Boy:  Hi, baby.
Charlotte:  *silence.*
Random Lady #2:  Hi, cute baby.
Charlotte:  *silence.*
Random Lady #3:  *sits down across from us and begins filling out paperwork.*
Charlotte:  *leans forward in her stroller to grin at Random Lady #3*  Hi!

(June 21, 2012)

Hurting Me

Molly: *whines softly and fidgets as she's supposed to be falling asleep*

Me: What's wrong?

Molly: It's hurting me.

Me: What's hurting you?

Molly: Bedtime. Bedtime is hurting me.

(June 20, 2012)

Looks Like You

Molly:  *noticing the Smurfette picture a Facebook friend uses as her profile image* What's that?
Me:  That's a Smurf.
Molly:  Oh.  She looks like you.

(June 13, 2012)

Workin' on the Dirt

Molly:  *standing at the window, watching the road work crews in front of our house for the third day in a row* They're workin' on the dirt again!

(June 13, 2012)

Go to Town

Butch:  *handing Molly a Swiffer duster after she begged for one all morning so she could help clean* Here you go.  Go to town.
Molly:  *pausing, looking around the room*  Where is the town?

(June 12, 2012)

It's Ugly

Molly:  *looking out the window at the beginning of a storm* Mom!  Dad!  There's somethin' wrong out there! There's somethin' wrong out there!  It's ugly!

(June 11, 2012)

And You Aren't There with Me

Molly:  *wanders out to the living room after waking up in the middle of the night*
Me:  *reading on the couch* What's wrong, Molly?
Molly:  *in the most pitiful voice ever heard* The cover just get off me.  The cover not on me, and you aren't there with me.

(June 9, 2012)

Exactly

Me:  *discussing how Molly got permanent marker on herself during a visit to the band room*  You know, that's like Daddy's biggest fear.
Butch:  I know.  I was freaking out when I saw her.  Meredith kept telling me to calm down and let her be a kid.
Molly:  Exactly.  Exactly, Daddy.

(June 5, 2012)