Today as we are gathered around the dining table with a wonderful spread of Thanksgiving food and our two beautiful daughters dressed in their finest dresses.... Abi decided she wanted to invite her imaginary friends to dinner. I say okay. I'm dishing out some food and I ask her a question. She tells me that she is not Abi, she is blue girl. Then I say, Can I please talk to Abi. Abi tells me that Blue girl is back from pooping in the potty. OH BOY!
Doug says, "Can we please not talk about pooping at the Thanksgiving dinner table."
Abi gets a disgusted look on her face and says, "Daddy! She didn't do it at the table!"
Onto another crazy one. The other day we were driving around and I had a Diet Pepsi. Abi wanted a drink. I told her no. I said, "It has caffeine in it and you can't have that at your age." I know- hypocritical. Whatever. So, she says, "Mom, why can't I have caffeine?"
I say, "Well, you know how I like to drink Diet Pepsi because I think it is good. Some people have to drink it to function. That means they are addicted to it. If you are addicted to something you feel like you have to have it instead of just wanting to have it."
Abi has tasted Diet Pepsi before- just a sip here and there occasionally.
She then says, "Mom. I think I'm already addicted to it because I think it is SO good!"