real conversations with Laci

Me:  What do you want for dinner tonight?  Hot dogs or Soup?

Laci:  I want pint tookies (pink cookies).

Me:  We don't have pink cookies.

Laci:  But you can make some.

Me:  I'm not making pink cookies tonight.

Laci:  But pink is my favorite color.  Here, I show you.

Picks up a block with a picture of pink jelly beans on it.

Laci:  See, this is pink.  And this is pink.  See.

Me:  I see that's pink.  But I don't think we're making pink cookies tonight.

Laci:  Yes, pink cookies.

And then I just stopped talking because, clearly, this conversation wasn't getting us anywhere.  Also because she is just so sweet and cute asking for pink cookies, and I'd be lying if I said the thought of making pink cookies just for her didn't cross my mind.

I believe this type of conversation explains why many of our meals are rainbow colored these days.

*****

I'm making breakfast and one of the pancakes breaks a little as I flip it.

Laci:  Oh no!  It broke.

Me:  Yeah, but that's okay.  It will still taste good.

Laci:  Daddy can fix it.

Me:  No, daddy can't fix it.  It's just a broken pancake, you can't fix those.

Laci:  Yes, daddy can fix it.  And I help.

Me:  Can mommy fix it?

Laci:  No, just daddy.

So, apparently, I can make pink cookies, but can't fix a broken pancake.  At least now I know my limits.

*****

and just one more...

Laci:  What's that?

Me:  I'm making sugar scrub to make my skin soft.

Laci:  NOOOO!

Me:  What?

Laci:  No mommom.  Food goes in your mouth.

Pink cookies for dinner, daddy can fix everything, and food goes in your mouth.  I think that pretty much sums up the mind of a three year old and I think that mind is pretty awesome.

*****

Today was an exceptionally challenging day with my big girl, which is why I'm glad I recorded these little conversations over the past month.  They are little reminders that for every time she makes me want to pull out my hair, she also makes me smile at least twice as often.

Like when she insists on wearing her dirty, cracking rain boots with her dress.  And puts them on the wrong feet, all while insisting they are on the right feet.  Want to know her proof?  She takes off her boot and holds the sole up to the bottom of her foot.  Her right boot fits the outline of her left foot perfectly.  Upside down.