it's been said

 

{while reading the picture scriptures}

I'm tryin' to find the Lamanites! Oh, here they are.

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{note the speaker}

Belle: Ah-choo! Ah-choo!

Belle: Oh, excuse you!

Belle: You're excused.

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{to me, while playing}

So how's your morning day? Is it pretty noxious? Or pretty happy.

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Me: We need to go home and clean because our apartment is a dirt ball.

Belle: No it's not! There is no dirt, and there is no balls!

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{after I sing The Man of La Mancha}

Belle: You are NOT the man of La Mancha, Mom.
I'm the GIRL of La Mancha.
And Daddy's the MAN of La Mancha.

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{while the girls bathe}

Me: Don't pour water on Lou's head, please.

Belle: Okay. I willn't.

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Belle: Okay Mom. What's this animal?

Me: A frog.

Belle: GOOD JOB MOM! Now try this one. What's this?

Me: A giraffe. WOW! Great job Mom!

{and so on...}

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{while playing "I Spy" in the car}

Belle: I spy with my little eye something that is blue on your legs...

Me: Um, is it maybe my...shorts?

Belle: YES! Mom, you got it! Good job! Okay, now your turn.

 

 

Belle: What are we doing?

Me: We're driving to Target.

Belle: I don't wanna go to the red store!

{blaspheme!}

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{while reading her special reading books, to Lou}

If you touch my books I'll be very uh-set at you! These are VERY SPECIAL books!

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{as we drive to the Natural History Museum to meet friends, one of which is a boy just older than her}

I think I'm gonna hold his hand...{to herself}...I dunno...Yeah, I think I am.

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{while visiting her great grandma, whom we haven't seen in a while}

So....Gram....what have you been doing?

{she often does this adult conversation thing and cracks us up like crazy}

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{when Grandpa met us at Temple Quarry Trail}

Papa! Did you choose to come meet us?!

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{while teaching me how to do "bones" and "park it"}

Me: Like this?

Belle: Yes. That is correct!

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{singing to the tune of A Spoonful of Sugar}

Just a spoonful of Nutella makes the sugar go down!

{no truer words...}

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Belle: Mom, do you know what kind of dog this is?

Mom: No, what kind is it?

Belle: It's fat. This dog is fat.