Olivia: Say Anna of Arenbel!
Gretchen: Anna of...
Olivia: Arenbel. Arenbel. Arenbel!
Gretchen: Anna, Ariel, and Belle!
Olivia: Anna of Arenbel!
Gretchen: Anna of Ariel and Belle!
Olivia has been using a new word lately: nerfussur. We don't know what the word is actually supposed to be, but she uses it in a referee/umpire context. What follows are her most succinct explanations of a nerfussur.
Olivia: The nerfussur puts towels on the peoples if they don't get the ball.
Olivia: A nerfussur watches people play with a ball and a balloon.
Gretchen, holding up a doll: I have blue eyes, so I am Sofia bad one.
Olivia: Ones with blue eyes are people, too, even if they have blue eyes.
Gretchen, holding a different doll: I have brown eyes.
Olivia: Brown eyes are a good girl. Blue and black eyes are a bad girl still.
Olivia: I like my daddy, even if he is a boy.
Olivia: One day Gretchen and I will grow up and mommy and daddy will die and we'll be on our own.
Jillian: Oh?
Olivia: And then we can drive ourselves places.
Gretchen: Daddy. *hiccup* Da-*hiccup*-ddy. I'm farting in my mouth. *hiccup*
Me: Gretchen, put your little butt up here.
Gretchen: No, I have a big butt.
Olivia: I wanna have a little church at our house so I can be God or something.
Gretchen has an owie on her eye.
Gretchen: Can you kiss it?
*Bryan kisses owie*
Gretchen: Can you get some beard on it?
Olivia: Are your mommy and daddy dead?
Jacque: No, they're Oma and Opa.
Olivia: Oh. Well, pretty soon my mommy and daddy are going to die and I'm going to be big.
Olivia: Aunt Jillian, who are you going to marry?
Jillian: I don't know. Who are YOU going to marry?
Olivia: I haven't decided yet. Gretchen is going to marry Uncle James. I'm probably going to marry Gideon.
Bryan: What kind of fruit do you want on top of your pancakes?
Gretchen: Bacon.
Olivia: And you two, keep it together.
Georgia man: How are y'all?
Gretchen, laughing: He said, "Hi, Ariel," but we are not Ariel!
Olivia: Sorry, mom. Please don't throw me out the window, that would hurt.
**Note that I had at no point during this exchange threatened to throw her out the window.
Gretchen: When you do not have these glasses you are not a mommy.
Me: What am I?
Gretchen: You are a big one like Olivia. But when you have these glasses you are a very big mommy.
Jacque: Why are you awake?
Gretchen, still half asleep: Because mommy told us to be in her butt.
Olivia, to Gretchen: Now say, "Don't be so bossy!"
I not a little knot, I a big not (is exactly what Gretchen butt comment reminded me of
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ReplyDeleteI know I sent you the one about Gretchen being in your butt, but I still can't stop laughing about it. I'm also dying at the "Farting in my mouth" comment, so clearly I have the humor of a fourth grade boy.
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