Conversations v.1398

At dinner, we were talking about our days and (in theory) everyone was taking turns.

William was talking about a colorful necklace someone at school has and how much he wanted one.

Mom: It looked tight when I was up at school.  Do you think it gets caught in his hair?
William: His hair is shorter than mine.
Mom: Exactly.
William: What?
Mom: Your hair is longer, do you think it will get caught in your hair?
William: Is my hair too long?  I don't want a hair cut.
Mom: I think your hair is perfect.
William (preening): You like my hair?
Mom: Yes.  You are very handsome.

Amelia: BUT!!!  Wait! (the look on her face says she is processing as fast as possible and trying to come up with something, ANYTHING to add to this conversation). My hair is very, very long!
Mom/Dad: Yes.
Amelia: But!!  My bamgs* are so short!  They are NOT long like the rest of my hair!  These bamgs are so annoying!


*this is an approximation as to how she said it.  John and I could not agree upon the correct spelling of what she actually said.

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Later in the meal, Amelia piped up:

Amelia: And then there was a fairy!
Mom: Wait, what?
Amelia: Mooom! There was a fairy!!
Mom: Okay.
Amelia: There was a fairy and one day she just waved her wand and POOP! a little dog appeared.
Mom (looks at dad, both are trying not to giggle): What did the fairy do?
Amelia (exasperated): She went POOP and made the dog appear.
Mom (looking away, trying to contain herself): So she poofed and the dog appeared?
Amelia: No!  She POOPED and made it happen.
Mom: Huh.  I didn't hear it that way.
Amelia: Well, maybe you should listen more Mom.

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