If you were constantly discovering new foods, how would you describe them?
Ariel told us last night that her oven roasted turkey tasted like apples.
The burritos we had for lunch - stuffed with leftover ham hock and black bean soup, cooked down to a thick, savory sauce - smelled like flowers.
Tonight's French toast tasted like ice cream.
I can't wait to see what she comes up with next!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Kids are for Laughing
A few weeks ago, Ariel woke up and hurried to the breakfast table, where she found leftover cornbread.
Ariel: Mmmm! Yummy cornbread! It's yummy!
Me: It is yummy!
Ariel: Mmmm, yummy! [suddenly serious] W-we eat cornbread with our mouths, an-and not with our bottoms.
I honestly have no idea where that came from.
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Ariel and I were sitting in the big armchair, and I was squeezing her tightly. Realizing that a lot of my weight was on her, I readjusted.
Ariel: Where are you going, Mommy?
Me: I'm not going anywhere. I'm just trying not to squish you. Are you squished?
Ariel: No! I'm not playdough!
Ariel: Mmmm! Yummy cornbread! It's yummy!
Me: It is yummy!
Ariel: Mmmm, yummy! [suddenly serious] W-we eat cornbread with our mouths, an-and not with our bottoms.
I honestly have no idea where that came from.
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Ariel and I were sitting in the big armchair, and I was squeezing her tightly. Realizing that a lot of my weight was on her, I readjusted.
Ariel: Where are you going, Mommy?
Me: I'm not going anywhere. I'm just trying not to squish you. Are you squished?
Ariel: No! I'm not playdough!
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