Recent Little H-isms
(One evening after dinner)
Little H: Daddy, pretend like I'm your little fool.
Dan (laughing): Okay, what does that mean?
Little H: Dad, a fool is a baby horse. So you need to feed me hay.
Dan: Do you mean foal?
Little H: No, I mean fool.
Dan: Okay little fool, here's your hay.
(By this time, Dan and I were laughing so hard that it was starting to make Little H self-conscious.)
Little H: Maybe you should just call me your baby horse.
(At the dinner table)
Me: You need a haircut Little H.
Dan: Do you want to get your haircut like your mom's?
Little H: Yeah, I want it cut like mommy's so then I don't have to anything with it like mommy doesn't ever have to do hers.
(In the car, listening to Radio Disney one morning)
Little H: Just sitting here, drinking chocolate milk and listening to Taylor Swift. What could be better than that?
(Yesterday, when I refused to change from my jeans and hoodie into a skirt and short-sleeved so that I would match Little H's latest costume change)
Little H: Mommy, I'm into cute things. How come you don't like cute things?
Holy cow are you raising a 17 year old? She is so funny!
And I am sorry to hear about your Grandma! She sounds awesome