This evening I asked the kids what they thought about getting some fried chicken for dinner. We rarely have it and I was really having a craving. Plus, it's something the kids usually all eat (well, except Violet. She still doesn't eat much of anything).
Without missing a beat, Lila (5) said, "No, I don't want fried chicken. It has too many trans fats. It will clog your arteries, Mom."
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Lila's really into having her own room lately. She comes up with all sorts of ways to organize and sort her toys, like her triceratops Britney and Bridget.
Last night as we were playing in her room she looked over to me and said, "Mom, my bed is so comfy. I love my bed."
Me: Yeah, you know, I should make a quilt for your bed. Would you like that?
Lila: (noses scrunches)
Lila: Well, I've got my Tinkerbell blanket. Maybe after I've outgrown Tinkerbell, you can make me a quilt.
Lila: And, Mom, you should know that when I outgrow Tinkerbell, I might want to get into Barbies.
And so it begins.