“Thalia, don’t eat that gingerbread house.”
“You’re licking it.”
“I’m not licking it. I’m just…kissing it.”
“You’re kissing it.”
“Yes, I’m kissing it. Mwa. Mwa. See? I’m kissing it. I’m not licking it. I just want to kiss it. I’m kissing it, see? I love you, gingerbread house.”
“I want to be in Daddy’s belly.”
“You do? Why?”
“So I can be a baby again.”
“Well sweetie, daddies can’t have babies, only mommies.”
“When is someone else going to have a baby?”
“I want Sage to have a baby.”
“I don’t think that’s a very good idea, honey. Kids can’t have babies. You can have a baby when you’re a grown-up.”
“Well, your body isn’t ready. You need to be all big and strong.”
“Why do you want to be a mommy, Thalia?”
“Because I really, really want to.”
“If I was a mommy I will do mommy things.”
“Like cut with big scissors.”
“And what else?”
27 thoughts on “Reasons #64877-64878 that I love Thalia”
She is totally eating that gingerbread house. I love that little look on her face as she does it too.>>I used big scissors AND mailed letters today. It’s SOOOO great to be a Mommy but she may want to know that Mommies don’t usually eat the gingerbread house. It isn’t that we don’t like candy, it’s that we’ve seen where our kids fingers have been as they fondle the candy and then squish it into the frosting.
Ah. Yes. Scissors and mail. Aspirations any child would crave…>>Kissing the gingerbread house is completely acceptable. I do it myself, at times…
Exactly why I wanted to be a mother. Oh, and so I could boss someone around! 😉
Big scissors are the BEST! Youth is so wasted on those small dull scissors.
Those are pretty good reasons to be a mommy. But she forgot staying up late and using the stapler, too.
So damn cute! How can you stand it?
Awesome! What more is there to being an adult?
I didn’t realize how good I had it, being able to use scissors and all.
I love gingerbread houses too. And I love you for letting Thalia lick hers.
Love her eating that gingerbread house, I mean kissing it. >>So cute.
And now I love Thalia too.
Being a mommy seems to have great privileges. Scissors are certainly nice to have.>>She’s adorable!
Wait! You mean when you are a mommy you can use the big scissors and mail letters? And no one told me?!?! I have been using the little scissors this whole time!
I’m with Thalia. Being a grownup rocks.>>You can kiss the gingerbread house all you want and no one yells at you.>>Unless you are kissing the fancy one in the hotel lobby which is strictly for show and an aging security guard has to chase you out of the premises while you try and swallow the candies that you accidentally got in your teeth as you were kissing it.>>Being a grown up totally rocks.
It was a proud day when I got to use the big scissors. I know exactly what she means.
I don’t blame her, that gingerbread house certainly looks good enough to “kiss!” ; )
I don’t just wield the big scissors. I wield the big ORANGE scissors.>>But my 4 year old’s more obsessed with having a double bed. Like her twin bed isn’t big enough for her enormous 30 lb frame.
Tell her you can actually do more “mommy” things before becoming a mommy.>>And I think I might borrow that “I’m just kissing the candy” excuse because that’s just too darn cute.
HA! i left finley in the dining room putting together a gingerbread synogogue and when i came back 30 minutes later (yes, 30 minutes. she was with a friend and they play together well), her holiday house of worship was completed, but for some reason each of the shiny candy bits were cloudy and dull. i asked her what happened, “i accidentally licked some of them.” some of them? “yes. ok, maybe all of them. but it was an accident.” riiiiiiiiight. >>thalia is MUCH quicker on her feet. kissing! genius.
Gingerbread synagogue Dana! I love you. And I don’t blame your daughter for licking it one bit.
She is so adorable.
I love the gingerbread house kissing. It so reminds me of when I used to have such great times making mine…and then not trying to eat it.
Hahah scissors & mail.>Excellent mommay tasks ^_^
I love her too. She’s totally cute. When I was that age, I wanted to be the mommy so I could mop. Boy, I thought mopping looked like fun. One day I got old enough to do it, and realized it sucks. Another dream realized and dashed at the same time.
I want to be a mom, so that I can yell at kids all the livelong day. Wait…I already do that. Must find a new career aspiration.>>Awkward mom moment of the day: having not one, not two, but all three of my children scolded by the docent at The Met for stroking the sphinx. I was nonplussed by the behavior of all three of my kids. What!!??!
I love her reasons for wanting to be a mommy!>>Scissors and mail, indeed.:)
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