The age 4 is one of my all-time favorite ages. It just so happens that's Zoe's age. I'm not sure if her humor is growing at the same pace as her legs, but it sure seems to. For the last week, she's done something that makes me laugh until I snort. Here are a few excerpts:
While cutting her bangs:
M: Please sit still. If you keep moving while I'm cutting I'll take a big chunk of hair out.
Z: *wiggles and itches*
M: Here's the deal, if you have to move or itch or whatever, let me know and I'll stop cutting.
Z: (in all seriousness) Mommy, can I still toot?
Commenting on her new underwear
Grandma: What kind do you want to wear today, Hello Kitty or Tinkerbell?
Z: Hello Kitty please!
Grandma: *pulls out the new underwear*
Z: Really? Those are huge!
Eating dinner at a restaurant
Z: *whining* I just want my ice cream, RIGHT NOW!
M: Zoe, that's not how we talk. If you can't be nice and patient, we can leave before your ice cream comes.
Z: Yes, sir! *puts her hand up to her forehead and salutes me*
M: Zoe, we don't talk like that.
Z: Yes, sir! *put her hand up to her forehead and salutes me totally oblivious to the fact that little action is what I'm referencing*
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