A Toast to Wounds
Daddy: Look, Reesie, I have a cut on my finger, too.
Carice: Oh. (bumping her cut finger against Daddy's cut finger) Cheers!
Oh no, my face is blowing away!– Carice, enjoying the spring air as it blows on her face through the open car window.
Mommy: "It's red in there, Til..."
Carice: "It's probly a sunburn."
An I love my Opera. I can’t stop talking about it.– A proud Cali after her Kindergarten Opera Performance, Deep in the Jungle. She was a mommy giraffe.
Perusing the menu at Dairy Queen
Mommy: What's that?
Carice: Onion Bracelet.
Look! I’m hurting your ears.– Carice to Cali as she holds a piano key note down with her foot.
Negotiations for Eye-work Sugar Treats
Mommy: "What were you thinking you would like?"
Cali: "Like whatever I want."
Daddy, does that strangle you?– Cali’s question to Daddy while she watched him put on his tie.
That rain is bumping on my head.– Carice, as we walked from the car to the store in the rain.
Mommy, will you blow up my window?– Carice, wanting her car window rolled down.
I like Blank Blank pie. :)– Carice teasing (while holding) about her beloved Blanket after Cali showing me her salt-dough “strawberry pie”.
Look Mommy, there’s a holy coaster!– Carice, as we passed by Lagoon today.
Poffscicles = Popscicles Shrap Shoes = Strap Shoes A Bleed = A Bead