While helping Lauren get into her pajamas after a bath tonight:
Lauren: Mommy, I'm not Lauren. I'm a bad guy robber.
Me: No, you're not. You're my sweet little princess.
No, I'm a girly (pronounced "geely") robber.
A girly robber? What does a girly robber do?
I don't know.
What does a robber do?
Ummmm . . . hunts!
Hunts for what?
A robber hunts for every bad animal. The only not bad animal is a puppy. Robbers love puppies.
I then come downstairs to fix her something to eat and hear her singing as she comes down the stairs, "Everybody do the robber dance, the robber dance, the robber dance . . ." to the tune of "Do You Know the Muffin Man?"
I don't explain 'em; I just tell 'em.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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