V: “I want ‘Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens’, and then ‘Goat Herd’, and then ‘Sound of Music’ where the naaanny sings, and then Moana 2 music.”
S: “OK. Hey Siri, play V’s playlist.”
In a rickshaw with traffic zipping and horns blaring all around us
V: “Why is India so loud?”
S: “V, did you just squish your brother again?”
V: “No, I just used him as a step stool”
V, after running into the back of my foot: “Ow! You hurt my bike wheel!”
V: “I was getting sweaty.”
S: “You were getting sweaty?”
M: “From what?”
V: “From the moon.”
“I call him little tiny cute monster ’cause he steals remotes.”
V: “This bike has safety measures!”
M: “What safety measures are on your bike?”
V:pointing to the brake line “The safety measures are inside this cord.”
(Discussing chocolate coins from the scavenger hunt at her brother’s birthday party.)
“Our treasure was coins. I ate all my coins. I was greedy for my coin treasures.”
(After tripping and putting her hand in some very green bird poop)
V: “I landed in some bird broccoli.”
I renamed the Roomba recently because V has been on a Moana kick and it seemed appropriate. It has made the notifications entertaining.
