Yesterday on the way to church…Anabelle: Oh man Mommy, who chalked the ground? Me: What?!?! Anabelle: Who chalked up the road? Me: What in the world are you talking about? Anabelle: There’s white chalk and yellow chalk…squares and lines…what were they thinking? Me: Oh, you mean the lines on the road? That’s not chalk, that’s paint. Anabelle: Oh…that’s silly…they chalked up the road…(chuckles to herself)
Another day on the way to church…Me: What was that noise? Anabelle please say excuse me. Anabelle: um…that was a motorcycle Mommy. Me: Anabelle that was not a motorcycle…that was you. Anabelle: It was a motorcycle…in my seat… Me: Anabelle say, “excuse me.” Anabelle: Excuse me motorcycle.
On our way home from church…Me: What did you do at church tonight? Anabelle: We played…me and Penelope and Khloe are best friends forever. Me: But you’re friends with everyone right? Anabelle: Yep, the girls are my girlfriends and the boys are my boyfriends. I have lots of boyfriends.
For real. These are all true. No exaggeration. The scary thing is that in just a few short months her little sister is going to be a talker too…