William: When I grow up, I want to be a babysitter
Mama: (giggling) You do? You would be GREAT at that job!
William: I would hold the babies all day long. I would pat them when they cried and hug them.
Mama: That sounds great!
William: I would buy a little crib to keep for when the babies get tired. I could put them to sleep.
Mama: You have lots of great ideas!
William: Yeah. I do.
(confidence is obviously not a problem)
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In the car on the way home for preschool on 9/13/11 (note: 3rd day of preschool)
William: I played with a girl today at school
Mama: Oh? Was it fun? What was her name?
William: Yes. I am going to marry her someday.
Mama: (startled) Really?
William: Yes. I don't know her name.
Mama: ????????????? (what on earth am I supposed to say to that?)
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I am in the bathroom getting ready for work. The kids are playing in the other room. I use the word playing here very loosely because they are out of my hair and together. Today this is more along the lines of fighting and screaming about....something. However, they are leaving me alone, for now at least. This is helpful in ensuring I do things like apply deodorant and matching socks. I will not admit how many times in the recent months I have left our house without.....necessary items.
On this particular day I overheard the following conversation on the baby monitor:
William: Stop! You are not doing it right!
Amelia : [indistinct], clearly along the lines of Uh uh. I'm doing it my way.
William: Your wrecking EVERYTHING in here. STOP!
(At this point, I hurry up because someone is going to get hurt soon)
Amelia: [indistinct but I'd put money on na nana a boo boo or similar]
William: That's IT! I'm telling YOUR MOM!
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