"Um, Daddy? Please can you get me some paper because I need to make a plan because we have to spy on the bad guy. And my name is Double O Zoey."
This morning I woke up, next to Keegan as always, and he woke up shortly after. (Murphee probably shook her collar out in the living room or something.) I whispered "Hi Keegan." (Wouldn’t want to wake up Zoey, after all…) Then, I kid you not, Keegan whispered back, "Hi da da da da da."
Dear Zoey, You turned 4 years old today. Okay, that’s not true at all. You turned 4 years old 10 days ago, and this post is late like most things we do these days. But you like to pretend that every day is your birthday, so I know you won’t mind. (Make that 18 days. [...]
"Daddy? Please can you make me some mackincheese, please? With just cheese." "Instead of what?" "Instead of mackin." What would you do? A quick search of our cupboard and the food shelves downstairs revealed that we’re out of the Annie’s organic Mac ‘n’ Cheese, and while we do have an old stash of the regular [...]
Murphee, imagining a squirrel parade in the fog: "Woof woof! Woof! Woof woof woof!" Zoey, coming out of her room in her jammies: "Hey! That’s too much noise! I cannot be-yeeve it!"
"Did you hear that Seven of Nine is going to have a baby?" "Is it a Borg?" "They haven’t found out yet."
"If you can stop talking for three minutes I’ll give you a treat." "What kind of treat?"
Zoey, pretending to take a bite from a plastic snail bath toy: "Mmm! Tastes like chicken!"
Those words have now for the first time been spoken by our 3.5 year old, not 4 minutes after we left our house. Daddy said "Not yet". Zoey said "Okay, if you say so." Yes, we were going to Greenlake where there is the wading pool. Actually, we were going to Greenlake for my brass [...]
"Oh, I love a heart sandwich! I can’t wait to get messy-faced." (Thanks for the cookie cutters, Grandma Evelyn!)
