[this morning as I was buckling her into her car seat]
“I love you Mommy…… and Jesus.”
[sitting in crib – didn’t know I could hear]
“…and Nana, and Papa, and Beka, and Neal, and Michael, and Mommy, and Shiloh. Jesus name. Amen.”
[in her crib, crying and screaming]
“Go ‘way! I getchu! I getchu! Go ‘way, bear!”
(She was obviously scared of something, so I let her lay in the hall and sleep where she could see me. I was painting in my room.)
[at the grocery store yesterday, pointing at man we don’t know]
Shiloh: “Whosat?”
Me: “I don’t know.”
Shiloh: [loudly, while pointing] “That daddy. My daddy!”
Me: “No, that’s not your daddy.”
Shiloh: “No Mommy! My daddy. Hi Daddy!”
(I walked quickly away before the guy could hear our conversation. She used to wave at every man we saw and say “Hi Dada!” but that was when she was just a baby. She doesn’t usually call any men “daddy” now, but lately she’s been picking certain strangers and claiming it’s her daddy. This could get embarrassing…)
2 Comments
July 22, 2008 at 8:29 am
Hahahaha! The Daddy converstion has me laughing out loud at work! Seriously! That’s hilarious! You are in for so much more embarassment by that little one, I can just feel it. Hehe. And she prays for us all by herself!!!! Awwwww….
July 24, 2008 at 8:31 pm
She sounds like a whole lot of fun. I think she and my kids would get along famously!