Deep Thoughts by Audrey

The only thing more charming than how Audrey talks is what she talks about.  This kid's mind is always working, just like her big sister's.  And while she's often deep in silent thought, lately she's been sharing what's on her mind and it never ceases to bring smiles to our faces.

 

I've mentioned how she is NOT a fan of the Bob the Bobcat mascot at Natalie's school. Well, the last time we saw Bob was at the school's Fall Fest...in October. But occasionally, out of the blue and far from the school campus, she'll announce, "Bobbacat so scary, Mommy. I don't like him."

Bob's not the only animal on her mind. Yesterday in the car she said, "I don't like tigos (tigers), coyotes or meewkats (meercats). I only like ephalants (elephants) and raffs (giraffes)." We obviously hadn't passed any of these animals on the street during our drive home from the grocery store, nor have we been to a zoo lately, so not sure why these particular mammals came to mind.

And speaking of ephalants, this kid has a memory like one! On New Year's Eve we brought out our fondue set, put Audrey to bed a little early, and had a fun fondue dinner with Natalie. We moved the table close to the kitchen island to utilize the outlet and reduce the risk of one of us tripping over the cord. Well, it was a late night and we never moved the table back to its regular spot until the next day. Audrey was not happy about that when she found it displaced early New Year's morning. "Why did you move the table? I don't like it here! Move it back wight now!" She would not let it rest until we scooted the table back in place. It's been more than 2 weeks and she still brings it up out of nowhere. "Mommy, wemember when you moved the table. Why did you do that? I don't like that."

She also has a thing against men with unruly facial hair. Can't blame her really but she's very vocal about it. We didn't even try the Santa's lap thing this year because I just new she'd freak out. There's a bearded fellow that works at Trader Joe's and Audrey points to him, screams and loudly shouts, "That man is scary, Mommy!" I try ignoring her but she insists on making sure I know what she's saying and exactly who she's talking about. We've gone over again and again that it is unkind to point and announce that anyone is scary, especially based on his beard length. But she's not convinced.

 

She's a huge fan of her new Ladybug Girl doll.  Ladybug Girl comes with us most places these days.  And she loves when we get the grocery cart with the beverage holder as it makes a perfect seat for Ladybug Girl.  I really need to buy a back up doll because it will be a miracle if we manage to not lose this doll considering the amount of fresh air she gets on a daily basis!

Today I was trying to get her to look at the camera.  I tried my old trick, "where is Mommy's nose?"  That always used to work when she fell for it and looked my way.  Today, while deliberately turning her head away from me, she said, "you know where your nose is, Mommy, it's next to your eyes!" 

Stinker.