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Me: You're a fruit snack nut!

Belle: I'm not a fruit snack nut! I'm Annabelle Charlene Cheney!

Me: You are?
Belle: Yes, and I'm the big sister!

Me: True.

Belle: And I'm the babysitter!

Me: Sweeeeet. When can you start?

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I want the reindeer red nosed fox.

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{overheard, singing}Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, had a very shiny....nose...had a very...bloody nose?

{thinking, shaking head...}

A very shiny nose.

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{whispers under her breath while I brush her hair}

I'm so excited! It's getting looonnngggg!
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Belle: What's his name that sings this song?

Me: Michael Buble.

Belle: Microphone Blue Blue?

{a few days later, in the car}

Hey Mom. I wanna listen to...Mr. Buble.

{I nearly died laughing. She knows "Mr. Buble" from this.}

{and yet a few days later, in the car}

I like this Microphone Buble.

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Rosie's drinking her bottle so be careful! Don't chouch her!

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Maybe someday I'll see Santa at Hobby Lobby.

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Belle: Is my head broken on the big computer?
{referring to that picture she saw weeks ago that chopped off the top of her head}

Me: No, it was just a picture Honey.

Belle: {holding the top of her head} My head is together?

Me: Yes, your head is together. {Mine, however...}

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Look! Lydia's holding my hand! ... She's my friend.

{the best kind of friend, the best}

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{her first prayer, said without any help or prompts}

Heav-ee Fadurr...we tankee for...my babies...we ask dee...to blessit...name of Jesus Christ...Amen!

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You tink your video is spicy? {my burrito, we haven't got a whole lot of "spicy" videos around here...}

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Grammy's berry little...and she's berry special. {totally out of the blue, mind you}

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Did I get this toy from Old McDonald's? {McDonald's}

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{to Aunt Whitney, referring to her pants}

Belle: These are boy pants.

Whitney: Um, no...they're girl pants silly.

Belle: These are girl pants. But they look like boy pants.

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{while we're walking from the car to the apartment}

Let's get on the sidewalk so we don't get in trouble.

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{overheard, while she plays with her toy food and kitchen}

Thank you for making this! It's nice to have friends over for lunch!

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The firefighters are getting in their truck! I'm so impressed!
{referring to some firefighters she saw leaving Cafe Rio}

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Boys make messes. Girls make cleaning! {perhaps the most true thing she's ever said}

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{while playing with my hair}

Apparently, I'm doing a braid in your hair.

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Belle: I like Santa. I tink he's nice.

Me: Yeah? Do you want to sit on his lap and tell him what you want for Christmas?

Belle: Um, no. I want to stay in my stroller buckled. And juss look at him.