On the Cot

Two nights ago Ella wanted to sleep with us. I had to work yesterday so Prince C said no, maybe tomorrow night.

Last night she went to bed, she didn't stay there very long. She was up and down. First she said we forgot to give her dessert. She wanted Cheez-its....Silly. Then after we got in bed she remember that she was supposed to sleep with us. Prince C got the brilliant idea to offer up his hunting cot. Holy cow she was pumped! There was silly giggling and YES! was her response.

Prince C hopped out of bed and headed to the garage to grab the cot and sleeping bag.

But, Dad, What is it?

She had no idea what a cot was, but it was going to be awesome.

xxoo,

Frootie!

being boylike

Yesterday we had lunch with Luke and his family. I say it that way because to Ella, that is how it should be. At Panera, Luke was being silly and playing repeat with Ella--she is not a fan of being copied.

Ella: blah blah blah
Luke: blah blah blah
(What was said is a lost memory - nor does it matter)
Stop copying me Luke!
Stop copying me Luke.
Hilwe! He's copying me!
Hillary, he's copying me!
I hear that. Did you know that impersonation is a high form of flattery?
What's that?
What's that?
Oh, nevermind.

Later in the car:
Hilwe, Luke was copying me. That's not very lady-like.
Well, Ella, he's a boy. So it's ok for him not to be lady-like. Maybe you mean, polite?
No, Hilwe! Fine! He was not being Boy-like.

Xxoo,
Frootie!

Easter

This is an old story, but I just remembered it the other day.

Last Easter we went to Clinton's Mom's church. Here is a conversation we had after the visit.

Ella: I love going to Mammoie's Church!

Frootie: Oh, yeah? Why?

Well, because we get to eat there!

Oh, you mean the communion?

Yeah!

The body and blood of Christ?

Yeah! The Bloooooood!

xxoo,

Frootie!

God's Birthday

Ella: Um, Hilwe, When do I get to see Geneva again?

me: In 10 days baby.

Ella: Oh! When we celebrate God's birthday?

me: Yes.

xxoo,

Frootie!

That's how it goes

A voicemail to her Mom:

Hey Mommy! It's me Ella. Um, tomorrow I don't want to go to Freddy and Shirley's because I want to go to Prime Time. So, that's just how it goes. Ok! Bye!

Hey Dad, Guess What?

We haven't seen the little girl in several days. She called and talked to her daddy:

Um, Daddy, Guess what!

What?

I saw real camels today.

Really? Great!

Um, Daddy, Guess what!

What?

I saw real llamas too!

Great! So, are you still thinking you want to go hunting with me next year?

Um, about that....Mommy says no.

"About that" Where the heck did she learn that?