I have a little bit of a formula for when I pray for Alana. I always start by thanking God for giving me a beautiful daughter, mentioning a few of her talents (whichever she's been exercising lately) and then ask for her to be blessed with pleasant dreams, good sleep, and a happy mood in the morning.
A few nights ago, once we've said amen, Alana's eyes light up. She asked, "Did Jesus really make me?"
I replied, "of course!"
Alana responds, "Well, he did a good job!"
I could not possibly disagree. :)
So this morning the boy I babysit arrives, and immediately poops. The loud, noxious kind. I go to put Josiah down and explain to him why. He is angry at me and retorts, "No, you can't! He didn't say SORRY!"
Josiah has, somehow, become convinced that one must always apologize for one's bodily functions. At supper when the ketchup "farted", Josiah instructed my husband to say sorry. It was hilarious!
Josiah also always says "Of course." I ask him if he wants juice, "oh, of course!" I ask him if he wants a bath, "oh, of course!" I ask him if his diaper is wet, "no." I ask him if he pooped, "no, Spidey did it." Okay, so he doesn't always say of course. But he says it often, and with the toddler lisp it's adorable.
Alana learned a magic trick, which she demonstrated at supper. She said, "I'll make my whole burger go away." She then through it over her head and said, "Surprise!" Now she won't stop doing it. I'm not sure where she learned it from, but I'm sure the cuteness aspect of it will wear off quickly.
Another meal time gem: Josiah shoved a french fry down my bra. So I would "have it later."
It was so hard not to start laughing. Every time they think we're amused, they repeat themselves. And I really don't want Josiah shoving food in my cleavage in a crowded restaurant, you know?
And, finally, Alana has decided she's a superhero. Her super power? I'm not sure what, but it involves squinting very hard and emitting a high pitched squealing noise.
