Um, it's never a good sign when your three year old runs across the play area in Chick-fil-a saying, "potty, potty, potty".... pantless AND underwear-less. Nate could not see Callie and didn't understand why I kept saying, "oh no, oh no, oh no" until Callie sprinted inside the eating area of Chick-fil-a...pantless and underwear-less. She had to go climb up to the slide to retrieve her pants and princess underwear, which did have a little tinkle or two in it, but nothing major. We quickly redressed and took care of business in the bathroom. Good thing only our good friend's children were playing in the play area and it was between the breakfast and lunch rush, but I'd like to think we gave the other customers a good laugh...how can you not laugh at that. But, maybe I wouldn't laugh if she had actually peed up on the slide.
A little conversation as the girls were brushing their teeth:
Callie--"mommy, are my teeth dirty?"
Me-- "yes, Callie".
Callie--"oh, is it because I pooped in my mouth?"
Ellie has very good manners. She's a queen at please, thank you, and your welcome. She's extra polite to non-living objects. Her Aunt Amanda has a big giant plastic rubber ducky sitting above the toilet, and Ellie can't help but pet and speak to it. She ended up knocking it down once while we were visiting, and she promptly replaced it but had to apologize, saying, "I'm sorry, ducky, I'm sorry ducky." She probably said that twenty times to the duck..maybe she was expecting a reply.
Ever since Callie learned that mommy has baby brother in her belly, Callie's little bear security blanket has become her "baby". Today she told me that it is not a bear blanket; it is a baby.
On our recent trip to Arkansas we swung by Callie and Ellie's great Mamaw's house. After spending a few hours there, where Mamaw had the best toys, cookies, and bananas, Callie told us as we were leaving, "I really like Daddy's grandma."
I asked Callie if her banana was in her belly. She replied, "no, my banana is in my leg now."
"I'm too tired to sit." --Callie
