Bella's peering behind the couch and I hear a muffled question, "Mama, how did that big bug fly back here?"
I tell her that I have no idea. She stares at it some more then says, "I think it went to heaven. That means it got dead."
Tuesday Bella was a very big girl and stayed for lunch as well as naptime on the condition that she would NOT have to actually sleep.
When I got there to pick her up, they of course had to wake her.
On the way home she was very excited to talk about her day, announcing proudly, "And I laid there but I DIDN'T SLEEP!"
Okey-doke, pumpkin. You really showed us.
Bella's going to a Christian school and unfortunately, she refuses to sing "Jesus Loves Me" correctly, thanks to a little doll from China that sings it like a valley girl.
Her version? Jesus loves her because the bottle tells her SOooOooOoo.
I may get an eyebrow raised from the teacher on that one.
While traveling to the country, we got pulled over for speeding on the highway. As I was giving my best annoyed eye roll to hubby, Bella was evaluating the situation.
"Daddy, it is NOT very safe for that man to stand in the street!"
Hubby agreed and explained that he was driving too fast and the police officer just wanted to tell him to slow down.
Bella pondered that for about a nano-second, then said, "Well, it still isn't very safe to stand in the street. Will you tell him?"
Eh. No. We're just going to take our ticket and go about our merry slow way.
Ahhhh...the wonderful world of three.
Never lacking in imagination or drama.