LP: "I eating bawwies!"
[I eat some imaginary berries too, and then some carrots.]
LP: "Chicken nuggets!"
Me: "You have chicken nuggets on your farm too?"
LP [knowingly]: "No, dey in da caw."
Background: LP is going to be baptized on December 27. About a week ago, Mom helped her try on her baptism dress (which is actually an itty-bitty First Communion dress), and LP promptly asked for her magic wand.
Back to today:
Mom: "We're going to have to get her a baptism book or video or something."
Me: "[Princess], can you say 'I love Jesus'?"
LP: "I wuv oo, Zhezus!!"
Me: "Can you say, 'I hate the Devil'?"
LP: "I hate da Debul."
Me: "There, she knows everything she needs to know."
Me: "Should I be teaching her to say that?"
Intermission: American Catholicism at its finest
Mom: "Okay, let's pray. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit--DID WE GET OUR MILKSHAKE?!"
LP: "Excuse me!"
Me: "You're excused."
LP [giggles]: "I have bubbles in my mouf."
LP is chomping down on my finger, so I use my free hand to smack her in the knee, thus surprising her into letting go.
Me: "Ow. I think you need to say you're sorry."
LP [indignant]: "Stop hitting my knee."