This girl has been cracking me up lately. She has been carrying around an old lap top saying, "I gotta go blog".
And this is a conversation we just had:
"Annie, remind me to pick up hair dye at Target".
"Okay Mom...get hair dye at Target."
"No, remind me when we get there."
"Okay mom. Remind me to say that again when we get there."
She was serious!
The next day...
We were in the car about 1 mile from my parents & she was aching & holding her tummy, "I don't feel good! I don't feel good! I have to go to the bathroom!"
Since we were stopped at a red light I tried talking to her to distract her, "Okay honey, we are almost there. Did you know that when you have to go really bad like that it is called diarrhea?" (The teacher in me :).
When we got to my parents' I was trying to hurry her inside & when we were waiting for them to answer the door she said, "Mom, I have to go so bad...you know...the FANCY name...diarrhea," as she smiled & raised her eyebrows up & down twice, so proud she remembered the fancy name :) Fancy Nancy's got nothing on us!