Margaret: “Mama, may I have some rliace?”
Mama: *She can’t possibly be asking for rice, maybe, ice?” You want ice?
Margaret: “No, rliace.”
Mama: *maybe she did ask for rice* “You would like some rice?”
Margaret: *giggles* “No, rliace.”
Mama: *head scratching* “Oh, you mean lacing toys?”
Karol: “Mama, my beard is sticky, from my oranges.”
Mama: “Oh really?”
Karol: “Yes! I have juice on my beard and it makes it sticky. Does your beard get sticky after you eat oranges?”
Mama: “I don’t have a beard, Karol.”
Karol: “Papa had, Papa has, Papa has……what’s it called?”
Mama: “What’s what?”
Karol: “The hair on Papa’s chin.”
Mama: “His beard?”
Karol: “Oh, yes! Does it get sticky when he eats oranges?”
Mama: “I don’t think so.”
Karol: “I think it does because he gets food in it a lot.”
Last night we took Karol to an OSU hockey game. On the way down, he was very quiet, very, very quiet. . I turned to make sure he was still awake and he was, but he was not talking. Finally, after about a half hour, he said this gem:
“Mama, I was quiet because I forgot how to talk.”
Karol to Margaret: “Grandma Jane hangs out in the kitchen and makes good coffee for mama to drink”.
Karol to Mumma: “What happens if you don’t listen to your little boy?”
Mumma: “…”
Karol: “My father will come home and he will be mad to you.” .