Just had to note this funny conversation with Linnaea today. We're teaching her how to ride her bike, so I was walking next to her guiding her when she starts talking about getting bigger:
Linnaea: "When I get bigger, I can ride your bike, Mom."
Me: "Yes, when you get WAY bigger you can ride it."
Linnaea: "When I get stronger I can ride it."
Me: "Yes, you will get strong legs like Daddy's."
Linnaea: "But I'm probably going to get your arms."
Me: "What kind of arms do I have?"
Linnaea: "Your arms are kind of....kind of....sucked in."
I guess that's the nice way of saying I have bony arms.
And Elise was trying to steal black olives off the cutting board as I was cutting, and here was our conversation:
Me: "ELISE! What does Mommy have in her hand?"
Elise: "A sharp knife."
Me: "And what will happen if you put your hand in the way?"
Elise: "I'll get hurt, then you'll need to fix me with Fred."
Me: "Fred? Who's Fred?"
Elise: "No, fred. Like sew and fred." Oh. THREAD. She had just seen me use a needle and thread to sew Linnaea's Cinderella dress that morning.
