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Overheard

Ava, upon the start of a lecture about honesty: “I really hope this is a short talk.”

Overheard: New words edition

Olivia: More milk!

(In all fairness, Olivia has said “milk” before, but it happened while I was in Madison. I was surprised that Bryan didn’t call to tell me about the new word. He said, “Well, she also tried to use a spoon to drink water out of the toliet. Did you want me to call and tell you that, too?”)

Overheard

Mom: Ava, bring that back here right now.

Ava: …

Mom: Five, four, THREE…

Ava (running): Here, Mom.

Mom: Thank you.

Ava: I’m sorry that you had to say all but two numbers, but that’s just the way life goes sometimes.

Overheard (bonus!)

Ava: Does it rain in the spring?

Mom: Yes, it does.

Ava: No it doesn’t.

Mom: Ava, don’t argue.

Ava: I’m not arguing.

Mom: That’s the definition of arguing.

Ava: No it’s not.

Overheard

Ava: I am so tired of being three!

Mom: What?

Ava: I have been three for about 40 years.

Mom: I don’t think it’s even been 40 weeks, Ava.

Smiths don’t let Smiths win

Bryan, to Ava, over Hello Kitty Bingo: “I am really destroying you on this game.”

Overheard

Olivia spends a lot of time talking on the phone, and by “phone,” I mean anything that resembles a cell. Remotes, calculators, toys…anything that’s phone-sized instantly connects her to someone who apparently enjoys very one-sided conversations.

Olivia likes to include most of the words she knows, in random order.

Olivia: “Hi! Hi. Yeah! No, no, noooo. Hat mommy, yeah… Yeah, dog, kitty. Hat. Hat! No, no. Bye!”

Just wait until she can dial. Or text.

Overheard

Bec (referring to a workbook page about Mozart from preschool): “Who is this?”

Ava: “Motart.”

Bec: “What did he do?”

Ava: “He made a song.”

Bec: “A song. Really.”

Ava: “Yeah, ‘Twinkle, twinkle little star.'”

Overheard

Ava: I don’t like tomatoes.

Bec: Yes you do. You like marinara. That’s made from tomatoes.

Ava: Nope.

Bec: Well, do you know who does like tomatoes? Grandma Smith.

Ava: Let’s send them to her then.

Overheard

If you’ve spent any time around Ava recently, you know she’s using a lot of made-up words–just crazy little terms for which there’s never a consistent definition. Certain ones–like “schody”–keep cropping up again and again as various and seemingly unrelated nouns. They’re becoming a running joke around the house–a joke that Ava is clearly in on.

Ava: Dad, where are your feelings?

Bry: In your brain.

Ava: Oh, and your brain is inĀ  your head.

Bry: Right. Where did you think your feelings were?

Ava: In your schody.