Despite being occasionally mortified by my daughter’s outspoken personality, for the most part I have to laugh at some of the things that she says.
I’m trying to use up some left over wool by making a very multicolour blanket.
Me (when asked what I was doing): “Oh, I’m just fooling around with the wool making a blanket to get rid of the scraps.”
A few days later, sitting in the car waiting for Mike, knitting.
Morgaine: “Hey, Mom, are you still fooling around?”
Same afternoon, walking through the store past the knitting section.
Morgaine (at the top of her lungs): MOM, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU FOOL AROUND!!
Driving down the road.
Morgaine, out of the blue in a small voice: Mom, the people told me they love my nipples.
Me: Your nipples? Who told you that?
Morgaine: They told me they liked my nipples.
Me (feeling rather concerned and racking my brain trying to think when anyone would ever get the occasion to see her nipples): Morgaine, when did anyone see your nipples?
Morgaine: They did see them.
Me: But who, Morgaine?
Morgaine: The people at Tim Hortons. They looked at me and told me they love my nipples. They made me come show them.
A few days earlier we’d been at the coffee shop where an elderly couple loved Morgaine’s DIMPLES and asked her to come over and show her smile to their friend.
At a friend’s house, squash left in a pile on the side of her plate.
Me: Morgaine, are you going to eat your squash?
Morgaine: My squash is just too squashy.