The day can be a disaster...everything going wrong. No matter how hard I try, I can't get everyone where they are suppose to go on time with all the supplies they need. My phone can be ringing nonstop. The car can be out of gas...for the hundredth time this week. Then she speaks...from the backseat...whatever words of wisdom cross her mind.
Life observations according to Little Bit...
"When I get to be a Power Ranger, I'm going to fly into the moon."
"I was playing with my Little People, but they didn't want to play with me."
"Mom, after you get your Frappuccino, can I fly my kite? It's wind-ing outside." (Obviously, being a Rhodes scholar, she knows that winding is a verb showing the action of the wind, not to be mistaken for winding like winding a thread.)
Why kite flying you may ask?...She has only been kite flying twice in her life, so it's the obvious choice.)
"I'm afraid of the hair." (I had sent her to sit on her bed after she collapsed in tears from something not going her way. While there, she discovered a hair on her bed. She sat, clutching Eeyore, sobbing until I came to remove the obviously very dangerous strand of hair that was threatening to attack her.)
"Mom, am I thirty yet?" (This was after seeing her 3 year old boyfriend at preschool. At our house, thirty is the legal and appropriate age to engage in any and all spit swapping and tonsil swabbing with whatever creep, I mean sweet person, they bring home.)
When asked about what her partner in crime, Eeyore, does for a living...she answers..."He's a pizza guy."
"Listen, the choo-choo rain rain's coming!"
Oh...what would we do without our "Little Bit" of comedy relief?
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