*”Mom, Brinley is giving me attitude!” (Brinley was staring at her in the car).
*”That lady just wanted to meet me.” (Some lady at the chiropractor was trying to talk to her).
*”Where’s Daddy?” (He is at work, Kenna), “oh, poor Daddy.” –This was when she was like 1 ½ years old…so observant J
*”Mom, I don’t like cranberries in my oatmeal, we can just go ahead and get rid of those.”
*(I was doing “so big” with Brinley) “Mom, Brinley is not so big, she is very little, I think you are wrong.”
*She took my sister’s credit card off the counter and put it in my purse and said “Cash Money” J
*”Mom, that is despectable” (Do you mean despicable, Kenna?) “No, I mean despectable”. Apparently she is making up her own words now.
* After I barely bumped into Kenna (she didn’t even cry or anything), she tells me “Mom, you can give it one kiss, then I need an ice pack, and I think a cookie would probably make me feel better.”
*Me: “I just want to eat Brinley up, she is so cute”
Kenna: “I bet she tastes like macaroni & cheese”
Me: “oh, really, then what do you taste like?”
Kenna: “probably a hot potato”
Me: “Kenna, stop trying to lick your sister, she doesn’t really taste like macaroni and cheese”
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