As Ava approaches the big 3-year mark, I find myself reflecting upon her past year of toddlerhood. There are so many memories I want to cling to regarding this beautiful child of mine, but one notion that I realize has really cemented her personality is her sweet little sense of humor. Recently, I went through the red notebook in which I record all of her adorable comments, and I thought I’d share some of the more colorful ones.
After Mimi offered to get her a Kleenex during a particularly vivid nose pick: You know what, Mimi? At home I pick my nose all the time. What do you think about that?
Anytime she’s feeling unusually happy about something: I’m whole-happy!
A random comment at Mimi and Papaw’s house one day when one of their friends came over: I like when boys kiss me. No, we have no idea from whence this comment came. None at all.
After Erik chastised her by saying that Ho-Ho and Santa Claus were watching her behavior: Um, Daddy, HO-HO IS SANTA!
After making brownies, I asked her if she needed her hands washed. Nope, I already wiped them on my pants!
One day, she told me and Erik a highly elaborate story that clearly did not happen, following which we asked her pointedly if that had actually happened to her. Ava’s response? Oh, yes, it happened to me. When I was a different girl. With a different face. WTF? I don’t even want to know the depths of this child’s imagination.
After Mimi offered to get her a Kleenex during a particularly vivid nose pick: You know what, Mimi? At home I pick my nose all the time. What do you think about that?
Anytime she’s feeling unusually happy about something: I’m whole-happy!
A random comment at Mimi and Papaw’s house one day when one of their friends came over: I like when boys kiss me. No, we have no idea from whence this comment came. None at all.
After Erik chastised her by saying that Ho-Ho and Santa Claus were watching her behavior: Um, Daddy, HO-HO IS SANTA!
After making brownies, I asked her if she needed her hands washed. Nope, I already wiped them on my pants!
One day, she told me and Erik a highly elaborate story that clearly did not happen, following which we asked her pointedly if that had actually happened to her. Ava’s response? Oh, yes, it happened to me. When I was a different girl. With a different face. WTF? I don’t even want to know the depths of this child’s imagination.
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