Quotes from my lovely lovelies. A record of their cuteness.
2019 (Curly 6yo, Immy 4yo)
Curly playing with Immy in the Bunnings play area: Stay in your bedroom until I say you can come out. I’m vacuuming the house!
2018 (Curly 5yo, Immy 3yo)
H. Reading Curly’s nightie: follow your heart.
Immy: What!? Hearts don’t walk!
Immy: I want food yoghurt.
Me: your yoghurt’s right here (pointing at a cup of strawberry yoghurt).
Immy: No, I want FOOD yoghurt
Me: what’s that?
Immy: Those! (Pointing at a punnet of strawberries)
Curly: Mummy, I love you a hundred, billion, trillion, thousand trousand, eighty two, ten, one, billion.
Immy: Mummy, I love you…Five.
2017 (Curly 4yo, Immy 2yo)
Curly’s excuse for getting caught out of bed tonight…”Immy made me copy her!”
On the way to her first dance class.
Me: there’ll be a big room and a teacher who’ll tell you what to do.
Curly: But I already know what to do!
2016 (Curly 3yo, Immy 1yo)
Curly: “I don’t like sultanas because they’re too squishy and skin coloured on the inside of them”.
Curly: “Why do adults need mummies?”
After some mosquito swatting excitement in our house.
Curly: “What does kill mean?”
Upon being told it was quiet time, even between tears Curly was able to channel Anna (Frozen):
Curly: “I can’t live like this!”
Me: We have to get ready, you’re going to have dinner at Grandma’s tonight.
Curly: Without you?
Curly: (squeal of delight) Yay! I LOVE Grandma!
A breakfast time musing
Curly: “I Love you Immy, because you love me.”
Holding Curly’s hand while we navigate a street.
Curly: “When me gets bigger I won’t hit myself.”
Me: “What do you mean you won’t hit yourself.”
Curly: “With a car.”
Me: “Stop following Immy around and telling her what to do”
Curly: “But she’s my baby dog.”
Curly: “Do you need to buy another new Immy?”
Me: “Dinner’s ready.”
Curly: “Yes! I’ll be there right soon.”
Wandering around a nursery Curly spots a statue of a child doing a wee into a pond (you know those weird fountains?).
Curly: (loudly for all too hear…at numerous stages throughout our wander) “That man’s doing a WEE mummy!”
Me: “Jesus loves you.”
Curly: “Yes, and he lives in my tummy!”