[Locally Known as Angelisms]
Angela and I were visiting with a woman at church.
“So how old are you now?” she asked Angela with a smile.
Angela carefully held up four fingers.
“Four, huh?” the woman replied, still smiling broadly. “So you’re going to be five on your next birthday?”
Angela gave a big sigh of longing. “I hope so,” she replied.
[And one more, just ‘cause they’re cheap.]
We were driving down the highway on the way to this lesson or that. Angela was working on a picture of a cow and announced, “I colored the tummy pink, Mommy!”
I glanced over my shoulder. “Those are the udders, honey.” Feeling playful, I added, “Does Mommy have udders?”
“No.”
I waited. One second…two seconds…and then:
“Yes! Yes, you do have udders, Mommy!”
(See, normally she calls them my “milkers”.)
(Just so you know.)
And on the flip side, before our baby came, I was explaining to my 6 year old that Mamas make milk for their babies. His response? "Kind of like a cow?" Yes, exactly!
My Angela (babycakes) told me she doesn't have "big tummies" like mama so she can't nurse her dollies and needs bottles.
Trying to catch up after a weekend away from the computer, but my little baby is crying and so…I'll be back!
Angela is soooo funny. I bet you are always laughing. I love that age. Haven't been reading your blog–catching up and got a quick read this am. We were on the way to the Dr today. Timely conversations/ blogging you were having just when I needed it. Vaccines. Thanks! Give your little Angela a BIG hug for keeping things lively and hilarious.
Cheri
too funny! This cracks me up.
Still loving your blog, Margaret! You're a gem.