I think the Clara conversation play-by-play will be a reoccurring thing around here because THE GIRL IS HILARIOUS. Here are a few of my recent favorites (I write them down in a journal every night so I don’t forget them):
Mommy: Did you poop? You smell like you did…
Clara: I smell like strawberries!
Clara (to Burger as he walked into the room): Oh hi Burger, wanna color?
Clara (while playing with her stuffed giraffe): Thank you so much – you’re so helpful!
Clara (while holding three Barbies at Grammy’s house): I love my dollies!
Mommy: What’s that doll’s name?
Mommy: And what’s that one’s name?
Clara: Sherry Berry
Mommy: And that one?
Clara: Selly Belly
(*Clara must hear the name Sherry but not know it’s me, so it pops up randomly like this. No idea who Selly Belly is though…)
Mommy (after Clara kept bugging Will by sticking her hands in his car seat): Clara, let’s keep our hands to ourselves.
Clara: I keep my hands to will.
Nope, I’m not pregnant, but I just had the most hilarious conversation with Clara ever and I had to document it. Since we just returned from visiting Katie (who does have a baby in her belly) Clara has been really into the whole prego/baby thing. So as I was carrying her to bed last night it was no surprise when she said “there’s a baby in your belly” to me since we talked about Katie’s belly the last few days. Here’s how it went down:
Clara (with one hand casually placed on my boob): There’s a baby in your belly.
Mommy: There’s a baby in Miss Katie’s belly, but there’s no baby in mommy’s belly.
Clara (casually puts other hand on my other boob): There’s two babies in your belly!
Mommy: (unintelligible laughter)
Clara: Yay! Two babies!
Mommy: Those aren’t babies, those are boobies! (Ever since Clara breastfed I called them that- don’t ask me why)
Clara: Oh! Those ARE boobies! Yay, two boobies!
Thankfully she was happy as a clam about the babies-to-boobies conversion. John and I aren’t quite ready to start trying yet (more on part of that reason here), so it was sweet to know that as long as I have two boobies, Clara’s ecstatic. Anyone else have a kids-say-the-darndest-things story to tell? Or are you still laughing about the babies in my boobies?