Hannah: "What's that?"
Me: "It's a bra."
Hannah: "Oh, it's a bra."
Hannah: "I don't have a bra."
Me: "Why not?"
Hannah: "I don't know."
Me: "When will you have one?"
Hannah: "When I have a baby in my belly." (No IDEA how she connected all that.)
Me: "Hannah it's time for you to go to bed."
Hannah: "No. It's not."
Me: "Yes, it's time for you to go to bed."
Hannah: "No. Never."
Me: "Yes, you are going to bed."
Hannah: "No, I'm actually not."
After going out for a big lunch after church on Sunday, we told the kiddos that they could have anything they wanted for dinner (within reason) as I was not cooking. The three olders started debating between grilled cheese and peanut butter and jelly. Hannah brightened up and said, "Ohhhh. I'm having a cupcake!"
Whenever I get Hannah up from her crib, I often call her silly names. "How's my little pumpkin? How are you little peanut?" On this particular day, I said to her, "How was your nappy little jellybean?"
Hannah: "Good. I eat them."
Daddy: "Oh, what a pretty dress. Is that your dress?"
Hannah: "Yeah. It's kinda my dress. But it's Abigail's."
Me: "We are going to pick Joni up from the airport after Hannah gets her shots."
Abigail: "Is she getting shots to make her stop hitting me in the face?"
JB came home from work and Hannah looked at his scrubs and said, "Daddy! You take your work off."
Me: "Who wants to help me make some jello?"
Sidge: "I don't. But I'll help eat it."