Have I ever mentioned I absolutely LOVE the things that come out my children's mouth?! It can be absolutely embarrassing at times, but it makes for a great story.
Gia was sick a week or so ago and had to get medicine. She came home and this was our conversation:
Gia: Mommy, how do you say T-Y-P-H-O-I-D?
Me: Typhoid.
Gia: Yeah, typhoid, I believe this is what I just had.
Me: *Starts chuckling* Typhoid fever?! Gia, you didn't have typhoid.
Gia: No, mommy, I'm pretty sure that's what I had.
Me: Are you learning about Typhoid in health class?
Gia: Mommy, *as she touches her head* I had fever, *rubs her stomach* my stomach hurt, *lightly touches throat* my throat hurt. I had Typhoid.
Me: *Laughing by now* Well, I'm glad you made it through the Typhoid epidemic in just 2 days.
Gia: *Not amused*
Me: Baby, I assure you, you did not have Typhoid, you had tonsillitis. I have the paper from the doctor.
Gia: I didn't?
Me: No.
Gia: Well, it was like it.
Me: .....
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This was a question on Gia's test and her answer:
What was President Lincoln doing when he was shot? "Dying"
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We had to run to Walmart real quick one night. As we walk in, Sophia obviously spots a man before I do and with wonder in her eyes, she asks, rather loudly, "Mommy! Is he a pirate!?" I turn to see who she is talking about and spot an old, burly, gray-haired man with a black patch over one eye. Just as I catch a glimpse of him, he turns and for a moment we meet eyes. I quickly look away and walk in the other direction. "Sophia, no, that is rude, don't say that." She responds, "But he has a patch on." I am trying, at this point, not to crack up, because she was so serious. "No, Sophia, he just doesn't have an eye. He's not a pirate." She then mumbles under her breath, barely able to hear. "Well, he has a patch on." She wanted so bad for him to be a pirate, so we let it go and allowed her mind to take her wherever she wanted to go.
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