From the World of the Wee Ones

Last night as I turned out the light for the girls, Lilah asked me to snuggle her. So I pulled her blankets up around her chin and lay down beside her, my arm circling her. "Oh Julie, I love you so much!" she said in her sing-song voice. Claire wanted to be snuggled too, after I made her blankets flat. And then Lilah made her final request. They like it when I say,

"Goodnight! Sleep tight! Don't let the bedbugs bite!
If they do, beat them black and blue
with a purple polka-dotted tennis shoe." 

So, Lilah asked for their favorite goodnight rhyme. "Julie, can you say 'don't let the bunk beds bite?'"

One day last week, I took the girls to Kita (preschool). I pulled the car to the side of the road to park, giving it gas to make it up onto the curb and then hitting the brake to avoid running into a tree.
"Why did you hit the brake?" Claire asked.
"So I wouldn't hit the tree," I told her.
"Why?"
"Because it wouldn't be good if I hit the tree."
"Oh. Would the tree fall down then?"

This morning we were playing with Legos, building a house. Cole was helping by making refreshments in the playroom kitchen and bringing us drinks and snacks. I toyed around with the bricks, off-setting them so they looked like stairs. "Oh!" said Lilah. "Is that a care stace?" I told her that yes, it was a staircase. "Oh, a case stair."

The girls were coloring at the kitchen table when I walked into the room.
"Julie's naughty," Lilah announced.
"No, she isn't!" Claire defended me. "Julie, are you naughty?"
"I don't think I'm naughty right now, but sometimes I am naughty," I told the girls.
Lilah restated her case. "You were naughty last week, but now you're not naughty."