Little E and Mr. C Funnies

Little E is nothing if not dramatic, since the day she was born.  Her dramatic flair, combined with her surprisingly loud vocal abilities (perfected from the day of her birth, as well) will probably contribute to a great career on Broadway someday.  Until that day, she continues to practice her drama:

Not used to being strapped into her booster chair, and finding herself strapped in one day, she exclaimed, “Get me out!!!  I’m stuck in here FO-EVAH!!!”

Little E has had a pretty little pink blanket all her life, made for her by my mom, which she loves dearly and sleeps with every night.  She would probably still carry it around with her everywhere if I hadn’t confined it to her bed.  The other day, she was sitting in her bed holding it, and said with fervor, “I LOVE this blanket!!  WHERE did you BUY it?!!”

Me:  Mr. C, please move this stool–it’s in the way, and it’s going to make me trip and fall.
Little E:  And then you’ll go up to HEAVEN!!!

Eva is nothing if not dramatic, since the day she was born.  Her dramatic flair, combined with her surprisingly loud vocal abilities (perfected from the day of her birth, as well) will probably contribute to a great career on Broadway someday.  Until that day, she continues to practice her drama:

Not used to being strapped into her booster chair, and finding herself strapped in one day, she exclaimed, “Get me out!!!  I’m stuck in here FO-EVAH!!!”

Eva has had a pretty little pink blanket all her life, made for her by my mom, which she loves dearly and sleeps with every night.  She would probably still carry it around with her everywhere if I hadn’t confined it to her bed.  The other day, she was sitting in her bed holding it and said with fervor, “I LOVE this blanket!!  WHERE did you BUY it?!!”

Me:  Clayton, please move this stool–it’s in the way, and it’s going to make me trip and fall.
Eva:  And then you’ll go up to HEAVEN!!!

Me:  E, when can Mr. C have a turn playing with your doll?
Little E:  40 years!

Little E and I were on a walk in a park and whenever we’d see someone, she’d do something that looked like a wave to the people passing by.  I’m just glad that they interpreted it that way–they thought she was cute and waved back at her.  In fact, she was pretending to pick them and eat them.  After we’d get past them (thankfully), she would say, “Pick, pick!  I ate him!!”

Me:  What do you want for lunch?
Little E:  I want some smushmallows!!

When we went to the Tennessee Valley Fair, Little E was convinced we were going to see the fairies, even after we repeatedly explained it to her.  When she had to wear a special dress to the fair to get in for a special price–her UT cheerleader outfit, she got it in her mind that it was her fairy dress.  She said, “We’re going to the fairies!  Because I’m wearing my fairy dress!”  When we got home, she said in a disappointed tone, “I didn’t see the fairies!”

Mr. C is determined that his way of saying certain words is the correct way–no amount of persuading helps.  Tornadoes are tormatoes, Milk Duds are Milk Fuds, and Super Why is Super Wide.
We were listening to the song, “You are God Alone” when Little E said, “He’s saying that God’s alone?” Mr. C piped up: “No, he’s saying leave God alone!”

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