So, thanks, kids -- I needed this. xo
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While on a long drive home from dinner in the big city, we were playing the alphabet game as a family where we try to spot an object that correlates to each letter of the alphabet. We were almost home and only had a few letters left when the following exchange happened:
Me: "Okay, we're on 'y.'"
GW: "I know! You!"
GV: "No, GW, Mom said we're on the letter y!!"
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From the back of the car, I randomly hear 4.5 year old GV attempting to sound out and spell the word spider: "s-p-i-d-r. I spelled spider!"
HB: "Good job, girl! I think there is an 'e' in there, but that is still a very good job! Hey, can GW spell the word 'center'?"
GW (age 7): "Not that I'm aware of."
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After a morning of running, cheering and feather chasing, GW (age 4) and I were talking with an US Army veteran with a single leg amputation at the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler in April 2014. A little while into our conversation I became aware of GW staring at the man's prosthetic leg. The man asked GW if he noticed anything weird about the leg, to which GW responded: "yeah, it's on my feather."
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GV (age 2), while using the bathroom after watching Super Why!: "Look Mom! I'm Princess P!"
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GW (age 5): "Do you remember the 60s?"
HB: "What about the '60s?"
GW: "Oh, you know. The 60s. 61, 62, 63, 64... remember?"
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As we pull up to the ticket kiosk in a parking garage, GV (age 2) rolls down her window in the backseat and says: "May we have two milks, please?"
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Watching GV (age 2) pick up an old landline phone and dial, I say: "Who ya calling, GV?"
GV: "Oh, my Francie."
Me: "Your 'Francie?' Who is that?"
GV: "From the movie! My Francie!"
Me: "You mean your fiancé?"
GV: "Yeah! My Francie!"
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GW (age 4): "Mom, how old is Dad?"
Me: "He's 35."
GW: "What?"
Me: "You know, like 30 plus 5."
GW: "Is that more than 32?"
Me: "Yes."
GW: "Oh, so Dad is older than ice."
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Me on the phone: "You should hear the way GV says 'actually.'"
Interrupting, GV (age 3): "ACTUALLY, Mama, you can't say 'actually.' That is my word."
GW (age 6) from the backseat: "Mom, are the Christmas tree stores out yet?"
Me: "Yes."
GW: "Can we go get a Christmas tree right now?"
Me: "No, we need to wait until after Daddy finishes his homework."
GW: "Oh. So can we go this weekend?"
Me: "We'll see."
GW: "SI! I like that answer!"
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Grandmama to GV: "How do I look?"
GV, after carefully considering Grandmama's grey hair and silver-toned outfit, "you look like an elephant."
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OMG, GV and I just had an argument about "Let it Go." Oh, the irony.
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GV: "Oh, my Francie."
Me: "Your 'Francie?' Who is that?"
GV: "From the movie! My Francie!"
Me: "You mean your fiancé?"
GV: "Yeah! My Francie!"
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GW (age 4): "Mom, how old is Dad?"
Me: "He's 35."
GW: "What?"
Me: "You know, like 30 plus 5."
GW: "Is that more than 32?"
Me: "Yes."
GW: "Oh, so Dad is older than ice."
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Me on the phone: "You should hear the way GV says 'actually.'"
Interrupting, GV (age 3): "ACTUALLY, Mama, you can't say 'actually.' That is my word."
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GW (age 6) from the backseat: "Mom, are the Christmas tree stores out yet?"
Me: "Yes."
GW: "Can we go get a Christmas tree right now?"
Me: "No, we need to wait until after Daddy finishes his homework."
GW: "Oh. So can we go this weekend?"
Me: "We'll see."
GW: "SI! I like that answer!"
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GV, after carefully considering Grandmama's grey hair and silver-toned outfit, "you look like an elephant."
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OMG, GV and I just had an argument about "Let it Go." Oh, the irony.
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