delightfully fragrant

We were picking out more hand soap for the hall bathroom (aka Caroline's bathroom), and she immediately noticed the ones aimed at children.

"Oooooh, Spongebob soap, Mama! Wouldn't that be great? Oh wait, it probably smells like cheese. Nevermind."

breck, jr.

Caroline was asking me questions about her asthma, and I explained that it was childhood asthma, so she would only have it when she was a child.

The next morning, I got her ready for school. I was doing her hair when she asked, "Oh, are you brushing my childhood hair?"

well now it all makes sense

En route to Target, I warned Caroline that this was a soap- and prescription-gathering trip only. No toys. She asked why, and I told her it was because we don't always get toys when we want them, her birthday is coming up, etc. She said, "Oh." And then I threw in the last word with, "Plus, you are getting toooo spoiled!" She sat quietly for a couple minutes. Then she piped up.

"Hey, Mama. I know why I'm too spoiled. It's because you use such big words and big ways to tell me 'no,' but I have these tiny little ears, and they just can't hear you."

appealing to the botanical authorities

She found a dandelion that had gone to seed, a real treasure for her. She held it delicately as we got into the car.

"Mama, I don't think 'dandelion' is a good name for this flower."

I asked what she thought they should be called.

"Well, the magical little ball of magical fluff looks more like a disco ball. Maybe 'dandy-disco.'"

I laughed.

"Mama, I'm not being funny. Let's make this happen."

sisters are good for giggles

Caroline passed by her sister and brushed her arm against the little baby head in the process.

She started to tee hee to herself and looked at me with a silly, squinty face and said, "I just touched her fuzznoggin."

the commercials work

She really is a marketer's dream.

Last night, Caroline and her dad attended parent night at preschool, and on the way home, they stopped by the nearby ice cream shop for a little treat.

As she was eating it, she was asked how it tasted.

"Oh it's wonderful. Tastes just like low calorie sweetener!"

an impressive vocabulary

Caroline: Look at my tratraption.

Mama: You mean 'contraption'?

Caroline: No, my tra-traption. It's a pathway.

Mama: Hm, I am unfamiliar with a tratraption.

Caroline: It's sort of like... you know... from tremontry.

Mama: Oh, from tremontry. Now I know what you mean.

Caroline: I bet you feel like an airhead now.

what would wikipedia say?

"Do aliens have dads?"

james brown lives here

"Mama, can you help me make up a new song? Something kind of easy because I don't want to use up all my soul."

see, to me, that would be undesirable

Several long roadtrips in a few weeks = several fast-food meals on the road.

Today, Caroline got a kids' meal from one major drive-thru restaurant, and as I was handed the bag, she began rubbing her hands together with gleeful anticipation and yelling, "Which junky toy did I get? Which junky toy did I get?!"