Daring Young Mom

Here is a snapshot of a day in my life with Laylee:

When I put Magoo in time out in the middle of the floor in Costco for continuously running away from me cackling, Laylee stated her approval. “MOM!” she whispered loudly, “I A-GREE with you!” Lately she whispers this to me pretty much any time I tell Magoo off. It’s nice to know my approval rating is on the rise.

She is in love with the cartoons that come on PBS every afternoon.

Laylee: I noticed that every time when I watch cartoons they always say ”˜dot ord.’

Laylee: So are cartoons on all day?
Me: No. They’re just on in the late afternoon when kids will be getting home from school.
Laylee: So, if I don’t go to school, they won’t COME ON?!

Laylee on science: Air can fit through really tiny spaces. You know? Air… is a lot like germs.

Last week Laylee proudly handed me a very old bag of nearly unrecognizable grapes and other sundries that reeked with a fabulously hideous reek. She said it was a snack she’d been making in her backpack. I told her calmly and firmly to dispose of the fermenting slime-fest expeditiously.

Tonight she was supposed to be sleeping but she had to get up to make an emergency request.

Laylee: Hey mom. Can you please remember to vacuum my room tomorrow because it’s covered in that gunky stuff that I made in the bag in my backpack that you told me to throw in the trash and then wash my hands because it’s putrid?

At the doctor’s office today, I distracted the kids from licking the floor by pointing out the Halloween decorations.

Me: That’s a great pumpkin. What kind of face does that jack ”˜o lantern have? Happy? Sad? Scary?
Laylee [studying it closely]: Iiiiiit’s…kind of nervous.