My Four Year Old: “Have you ever been to Just A Spoonful Of Ice Cream?”
Me: “No, what’s that?”
Her: “It’s a restaurant.”
Me: “Where is it?”
Her: “It’s a liittle toward Dallas, but less so. Then you turn left and go down the road for about 5 minutes. When I’m a grown up I’ll take you there.”
My 4 year old: “My ankle bone hurts a little.”
Me: “It does?”
Her: “Yes, but it’s the wrong one.”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Her: “It’s not the one in the foot with the scrape. I think my ankle bone is in the wrong ankle.”
Life with my daughter is a constant barrage of questions.
“What do parrots eat?”
“Why does the ball fall when I drop it?”
“How do cars work?”
“Why are they goosebumps and not geesebumps?”
Every so often I get an answer instead of a question.
“Daddy,” my daughter said matter of factly, “do you know what a skylight is? A skylight is a comet.”
“It is?” I asked
“Yes,” she replied, “when a comet falls from the sky it makes fire in the sky. That’s called a skylight.”
But I am sad to report that at the tender age of three my daughter began showing surprise at the things I don’t know. Just the other day, she was lying in bed with a sippy cup in hand and she said, “This cup is dripping on me.”
I picked up the cup and began examining it, thinking maybe the lid had come loose and saying, “I wonder why it’s dripping.”
At this, my precious little three year old rolled her eyes and said in a shocked voice, “Dad! Don’t you remember gravity?”
My four year old:”Putting my new My Little Pony toy top in my shirt wasn’t such a good idea because now it’s poking me in the chest.”
Her pediatrician said her 4 year old milestone was “Should be making sentences of five words or more.” I think were good.
(As we are watching Peep on TV)
My 4 year old: Look Dad, it’s a blue duck.
Me: Yes it is. What’s the blue duck’s name?
Me: That’s a silly name. Why do you think he is named that?
Her: Because he’s blue.
My FOUR year old: “I’m not afraid of the dark anymore because I’m four now and four year olds aren’t afraid of the dark.”
Me: “Happy Birthday sweetie.”
My 3 year old: “Daddy, will you glue my cymbals to this ball so I can make my ball look like an alien?”
My 3 year old: “Here, hold my balloon and keep it safe from predators.”