Some recent Maeve proclamations:
"But I want a blanket that's already warm!" Said last night at 4 a.m. when she came into my room to sleep in the baby bed (three sides like a daybed, just never put it away after she moved to Sophia's room, and she is allowed to come in late at night to sleep in there if she wants). There's a window right next to it, open, and it was in the low 50s last night. Everything was chilly. There were no pre-warmed blankets, except in her already warm bed. Guess who got to sleep with Mom for 45 minutes until things got all settled.
"I want to live in your house," she told my neighbor yesterday. They have two kids--a girl Sophia's age and a boy in kindergarten, and I guess she was done living in my house. Me too, kid.
"Before, when I was dead, I was an old person. Very old. Then I died, and now I'm new and here I am." I swear, reincarnation is not one of the tenets of our faith. It is not something I am instilling. (Although I must say, if I did believe in it, the fact that possums exist would keep me on the straight and totally narrow--the fear of coming back as a possum? Yikes).
Actually, my favorite kid saying of late came from Sophia last night at bathtime:
"But we had a bath Saturday!"
"And today is Monday," I patiently (at that point) told her.
"But we had a bath on Friday, too, so we were extra clean on Saturday night." I tried to explain that it doesn't work that way, that after a bath, you are simply clean--you can take baths every hour and it won't make you extra clean. But she wasn't buying it. Tears streaming down her face (can you tell it was Monday and she was exhausted?), she wails:
"But now it's not even anymore! Now it's out of balance!"
Goodness, I guess she hasn't lived in this house very long. Consistency is not one of our traits. Out of balance? Everything is, honey.