While on a walk the other day:
Addison (decisively): I will stay in this family.
Lindsay: Good, we like you.
Turning the corner, Addison sees a house with old, sad-looking drapes in the window. Lindsay tells me someone elderly recently died there.
Addison (pointing at the house): Naw, I will go with THAT family.
It was nice while it lasted, kid.
We're having another spider conversation over here (Addison watched Charlotte's Web last week).
Addison: I love spider babies!
Addison: Because they be on my nose and tickle me.
Me: I see. What do they tell you?
Addison (whispered): We need food.
Brave kid. When spiders are crawling on my face, I do not wait to see if they have something to say.
The other night at bedtime, I whispered in my daughter's ear, "I have something to tell you."
Addison: What? Tell me!
Me (whispered in her ear): I love you so, so much.
Addison: That's pretty nice. I have something to tell you, too.
Me: Okay . . .
Addison (whispered in my ear): I love you so much and your voice is like ice cream.
This kid, always one-upping me with her love. Also . . . she wants to eat me.