(This all happened in one day, during “moving week”)
F: Can I watch a movie, Mom?
Me: No, because we have to do school.
F: Just a wittle bit of one?
F: What about a Dipper? (read: Kipper)
Me: Felicity, I said no. Not right now.
a minute passes…
F: Mom, can I watch a movie?
F: How ’bout “Felicity”?
Me: Not. Right. Now.
F: Puh-lllleaaaaaassssse. How ’bout Madewine?
Me: How about nothing?
F: How about someping sort? Like, Madewine is sort.
Me: Madeline is not short.
F: Is Pinocchio sort?
F: Mom. Can I watch a movie?
F: But it hurts.
Me: What hurts?
F: My legs.
F: Can I watch a movie?
Me: Felicity, I already answered that question.
F: But, I haven’t watched a movie today.
Me: I know.
F: Can I watch a movie cause I got hurt?
Me: How would you like to push the baby around in his stroller? Or do the dishes?
F: No fair Mom. I said, can I watch a movie?
F: Can I have one of these?
Me: Um, no. Those are for birthdays.
F: But I like it.
Me: I know, but it’s a candle.
F: I like candles!
Me: Felicity! Did you cut your hair?!
Me: Why did you cut your hair?!
F: Because it had knots in it?