Little Miss Thing, age 4, reading a Dora book: “We… need… to go… to the… banana… grove. Can… you… see the… banana… grove. (Pause) Seriously, Dora? It’s a giant banana forest right behind you! It’s right there! Why are you asking me?”
NOTE: She may have just outgrown Dora, right in front of my eyes. Sigh. Always sad to see the end of an era.
My Oldest, age 13: “Let’s play a game where we go around and each add one line to a story. I’ll start. There once was a beautiful princess with long flowing brown hair.”
Friend, 13: “One day, the princess met a beautiful prince, and they fell madly in love.”
Litlle Miss Thing, age 4: “And then someone farted inside a marshmallow.”
(pause)
Me: “Game over. She wins.”
My Oldest, age 13: “Are you dancing… Or impersonating a dinosaur dying of a heart attack?”
Me: “Can’t it be both?”
Very Vocal Viking 