Bumble Bee

Me:  Good night Chicken.  You are such a sweet boy and I'm so proud of you.  You are going to grow up to be one amazing person.
Chicken:  Night Mommy.  You ah a 'weet Mommy.  You are goin' to gow up to be a bumble bee.
Me:  Did I mention that you are pretty darn funny, too?

Eyes

Edee has been curious lately about physical characteristics and what I mean when I say, "you have my mouth" or "you have your daddy's toes."  I've tried to give her a simple explanations about genetics before, but not sure it really sunk in.

I overheard Daddy trying to explain it to her.

Daddy:  Edee, where do you get your blue eyes from?
Edee (pointing to me and Daddy): You and you!
Me:  Chicken, where do you get your blue eyes from?
Chicken:  From Jesus.
Me:  Well that's true too.

Ice Cream Truck

We have always referred to the ice cream truck as "the music truck".   We've kept the ruse going for almost five years.  Note the Almost.

We were at the local lake when here it comes.

Edee:  Yay!  Da music tuck!
Chicken (Dancing):  Music tuck!!!
Me:  Yay!  Wahoo!
Some random kid nearby:  Mom!  Can I get some ice cream??
Some other random kid:  Ice cream truck!
Me:  Blast.
Edee:  .....Mom?  What's inside da music tuck?
Me:  What do you mean?
Edee:  Is dere ice keam inside da music tuck?
Me:  Mmmm....it's fun to listen to the music!
Edee:   Mommy, I think there's ice keam in da music tuck!
Me:  Yes....there is.  Most people call it an ice cream truck and can buy ice cream from it.

Defeated.

Lucky

Edee has been telling Chicken all about grown-up life and the real world lately.

Edee:  Chicken, did you know dat dere are some kids who don't have mommies and daddies?  And dere are some people dat don't have houses. And dey can't take good care of dere houses and dey don't yook nice, AND dey don't have mommies who bake for dem!! And no moms or dads.  And dey dust have junk food all da time, an no mommies to bake dem a cake.  We are yucky, Chicken, we have a mommy and daddy.
Chicken:  Yeah we are yucky!
Edee: Yeah and dey are not yucky!
Chicken:  Dey are not yucky!
Edee:  Yeah, dey are not yucky.  But we are yucky!
Chicken:  Yeah!

How can you NOT giggle listening to that serious conversation about how yucky lucky we are? :)

College

Apparently Edee-the-four-year-old is already thinking about her future quite extensively.  I can't even think of the last time there was any mention of college, but she has had lots of questions about it before.  Judging from this conversation I overheard her having with Chicken, it's safe to say that she is looking forward to growing up and moving out.

Edee (excitedly):  Chicken, when you go to cah-yedge (college) you will yearn how to cook, and you will yearn how to sew, and you will yearn how to shower, and how to be kind.  And how to climb a ladder, and hold your beff under water.  And how to use da potty yike a big boy!  And dere are yots of udder kids your same age and no mommies and daddies dere. And dere are classes in a lot of buildings, in Idaho!  Den you will go on a mission and grow up and go to work, dust yike daddy.   Does dat sound good, Chicken?
Chicken:  Yeah.

I'm so glad she already has this vision in mind and has the same sights for her brother.  We just got to keep it going for another 15 years...

Horse

Edee is playing with her stuffed horse.

Edee: Is Felipe a girl or a boy?
Me: A boy.
Daddy: I don't see any genitalia on it.
Me:  Ahem. Daddy. Okay, so there are no girl parts or boy parts on it, so it can be whatever you want.

She looks between the legs.

Edee: All boy horses are gay.

Daddy looks warily at me.

Me:  No, not all boy horses are gray.
Daddy: Thanks for translating, Mommy.

Lollipop

I gave Edee and Chicken lollipops for helping me clean up the living room.  I was really excited to see these, as I love the Tootsie Fruit Chews.

*by the way....to call them "pops", "lollies", "suckers", or just plain old "lollipops"?  I grew up with them being suckers, but I only hear them as lollies or pops out here.  I usually call them lollipops with my kids, as I'll soon illustrate*

Chicken started throwing a fit about wanting another lollipop.  I went with the good ol' distraction technique....and incidentally ended up going the extra mile.

Me:  What color was your lollipop?
Chicken: Owange!
Me:  What color was the inside?
Chicken:  Geen!
Me:  Ohhh cool!
Chicken:  I wan anudder owange one!!
Me:  Wait a minute, you never thanked Mommy for the lollipop you got.  Say 'Thank you Mommypop...' (it was a legitimate slip of the tongue). Thank you Mommypop? Ha ha! Thank you Mommypop!!!

Chicken and Edee burst out laughing.  I was feeling a bit grumpy about the whining but had to laugh right along with them.

Edee (putting her hands on my face):  Ah ha ha, OH Mommy, you're da best!!  You  make us yaff so much some times.  Dank you Mommypop.
Me:  Ha ha ha
Edee:  Dank you Mommytoy.
Chicken: Dank you Mommytoy!
Me: Say 'Thank you, Mommybean!' (I had also given them a few jellybeans)
Edee:  Dank you Mommybean!
Chicken: Dank you Mommybean!

And so the giggling continued and all thoughts of whining for another lollipop was forgotten.  Double win.