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Talking Buffalos

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DSC07281I love my night time snuggles with my 6 year old just as much as my 2 year old loves her mid-day snuggles on the couch with her sis. I love our snuggle time so much because it’s just us. It’s often time the only time throughout the day that we can carry on a conversation without being interrupted and it’s always a toss up as to where the conversation will lead. I like to let her talk, mostly, as I intently listen to her silly stream of consciousness or her inquiries about the world. It’s always been our special time and it lets me get a glimps into the inner workings of her mind. It’s a magical place in that mind of hers that harbors many deep thoughts and tons of curiosity that often leaves me a bit floored/smitten/entertained when I walk out of her room.

A recent bed-time conversation went like this:

L: “I wonder what will come after us?”

Me: “What do you mean? Like after humans and such? Like dinosaurs then humans and then…(shoulder shrug)”

L: “Yeah. Maybe talking buffalos!”

Me: “Hahaha! That’d be pretty awesome. It could happen.”

Like I said, I like the way she thinks! Life is good with a 6 year old.

 

 

 

Before I Forget…

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This is the monster that found its way home with us from my children’s grandparent’s house one day.

This is what went down at bedtime tonight involving myself and the monster per my son’s imagination.

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O: He has big eyes.
(tangent about having huge eyes bigger than your head)

Me: Yup, and he also has big teeth and a big nose. It’s time for bed, Buddy. Good night.

O: My monster has a big penis too!

Me: Um, nope. Your monster doesn’t have a penis.

O: Yes he does and now his penis is on your head! (Throws imaginary monster penis onto my head)

Me: (while only cracking up on the inside as I remove myself from his bed and walk towards his door) I don’t want your monster’s penis! Ugh! (I throw imaginary monster penis back at my son)

Repeat exchange again and hastily exit room laughing to myself as I walk into my daughter’s room…

L: Why are you laughing?

Me: Because your brother was throwing imaginary monster penises at me.

L: Okay…

Me: I know!

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I can’t make this shit up!

Cheers,
Colleen