Bedtime can be an ordeal sometimes.

While playing catch: “It’s like volleyball, but I don’t have kneepads. I have eyepatches!”

(She wasn’t even wearing her eyepatch at the time.)

V, wagging her finger: “No more tickling! It’s bedtime.”

“You have little pieces of beard peeking out of your mustache.”

Trying to switch gears from the children’s encyclopedia to the Bible story book we read at bedtime:

“Which Bible story do you want to read?”

“Does it have an airplane one in it?”

“I’m feeding you Spider-Man. He’s crunchy.”

I quoted One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish during bedtime the other night: “Today is gone. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.”

V responded, “My book said, ‘Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.’ That was in my book.” It was her first “referenced acknowledged.” I’m so proud.

V and I were about to cross the street from one grocery store to another when we passed a driveway where there were some workers cutting some metal or something. It was loud and sparks were flying. They were a safe distance away, but as I looked away for a moment V tripped and reached up to me to pick her up. It took me a second to realize that the tears weren’t only in reaction to the fall but to what the workers were doing.

I carried her across the street, and as I opened the store door she asked, “Shall we hide from the little pieces of fire?”

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Cameron Roth on Threads:

My 3 year old is throwing a tantrum in bed because “I forgot how to sleep”

My response:

Our 2-year-old’s new thing is “I can’t walk. My legs don’t work.”

Megan: “V, are you poopy?”

V: “No.”

I start checking her diaper.

V: “Daddy no check diaper.”

M: “What will Daddy find if he checks your diaper?”

V: “…poop.”