Dakotah loves it when I tell her things about when she was little. I was telling her some yesterday, and we had a good laugh.
Dakotah, age 2, in her car seat on the way to the store: "Man, I gotta shave these legs."
Dakotah, age 5, writing a story for school (Catholic school, btw) about what she did that summer, "Hey, Mom, how do you spell lesbian?"
Dakotah: "How do you spell lesbian?"
Me: "Why do you need to spell that?"
Dakotah: "Because I'm writing about when I visited my family in Lesbian, NH"
Me: "OOOOhhhhh, you mean LISBON, NH!"
Dakotah, age 3, as I'm getting ready to go to a baby shower, "You look pretty, Mom, just like MiMi on the Drew Carey show."
Dakotah, age 4, after discovering she had eaten all the heads off the animal crackers in her box, "I was saving the bodies for later."
Dakotah, age 2, attending Mass, "Hey, who's that guy up there on the letter T?"