Me: "Okay, girls. You can get up and watch a movie until the storm passes."
Olive: "That wind just gave me a present."
"You know when Peter Pan grabs Tinkerbell and shakes her and all the
Pixie Dust comes down? That's like the stuff cats pee in."
Olive, reluctantly eating a piece of lasagna (after first refusing): "Oh! This is the kind with stuff in it? I like this kind!"
After realizing it was a bit liquidy... "This lasagna is like meat jelly."
Me: "Olive, you can choose to be grumpy, or choose to be happy and sweet... It is all up to you.".
Olive: "I just want to be a little bit happy........ But I don't know how."
"All these errands make me boring."
(Yells, SOBBING, from her room) "I need HELP! I can't stop the whininess from coming out of my mouth!"
"Daddy's annoying my song."
Olive refuses kisses, unless they are on the cheek. "I don't like how mommies and daddies smell."
"I feel like I'm four."
"No, mommy! I wasn't whining! I just make that sound when I stretch."
(In the bath) "Ivey! Smell my mermaid feet!!"
"I don't want to be nice to people. Maybe just a little bit nice.".
After being offered a green slushie: "No thanks. I will try it when I'm 13."
"Ugh. The e in my name doesn't do ANYTHING."
"I can't. I have lost my clean-up powers."
"I can't clean up," (Writhing on the ground, whining, and moaning...) "my legs are too cold."
Olive, give Daddy one of those super big hugs! "I can't. I can only do one."
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| The many Olive-self-portraits that I found on my IPad |
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