A Pox on your House

While our babysitter was watching Alanna out of the blue Alanna declared:
A: When you have children, they're going to get sick.
Babysitter: Do you mean that all kids get sick sometimes?
A: Nope, just yours will.

Later, Alanna picked up her bag of dinner mints that she had really wanted when we were at the store and handed them to Babysitter, with the following statement:
A: Here are some mints for your bad breath.

I'm fairly positive that Alanna was just explaining in the only way she knows how things work. That kids all get sick and that eventually when babysitter has children that they will likely get an ear infection just like she had recently gotten over and that mints are for making breath smell good. Or she's just found a new way of getting even when she doesn't get her way. The 4 year old's version of declaring a pox on your house!

Funny Things

Here are the most recent Alanna funnies:
I took Alanna to the large farmer's market downtown a few weeks ago. She'd been to our little suburb farmer's market once or twice before and really loves picking out vegetables and fruits. When we got there and she looked around, she exclaimed, "It's a mall for vegetables!!!"


On the way home from daycare on an evening where our date-night babysitter was scheduled to come over, the following conversation ensued:

Alanna: Can and I go to Como Zoo tonight?
Mommy: No, honey. Mommy's really not comfortable with you and Babysitter going anywhere this evening.
A: What's 'comfortable' mean?
M: Well, 'comfortable' means you feel good about something. So Mommy and Daddy's job is to keep you safe and it's easier to keep you safe when you're at home rather than riding in a car or going to a zoo at night.
A: But Sammy the Seal is more 'COMFORTABLE' when I'm there!!!


Another conversation on the way home from daycare.

A: Mommy, when I die will I go to heaven?
M: Yes, honey.
A: But what will I DO in heaven?
M: Well, you can play in the clouds or fly around and watch people on earth.
A: I don't have wings.
M: When you get to heaven God will make you an angel then you will have wings.
A: Do angels need to eat?
M: No, they don't need to eat.
A: But they POOP! They have butts!!!


Alanna has been a bit fascinated with babies for a while now. I've had the pleasure of answering the question about where do babies come from and how do they get out of a mommy's tummy multiple times. So far my standard answer has involved no real details outside of a mommy and daddy loving each other very much and the doctor helping the baby out. We've now reached the realm of that's not a good enough answer as apparent by the below interaction which occurred in a Red Lobster around lunch time:

A: Was I in your tummy still when you went with Uncle Scott to get Angel (kitty) or was I born? M: You were a baby so you were already born.
A: But what I don't GET is HOW DID I GET OUT???
M: Well honey, what do you think?
A: DID I CRAWL OUT YOUR BUTT???!!!!!!!!!
Needless to say I've since bought a book that she and I will discuss the next time this question arises. All I could think about in between laughing/crying was what must she think could possibly happen when she farts?


Alanna's baby questions are not isolated to Mommy, here's a conversation she had with her Aunt 'Woogie':

A: I want a baby cousin
W: Well, honey your Uncle and I are working on that
A: I want a BOY cousin
W: You'll have to talk to Uncle Scott about that, he makes that decision I just cook 'em.
A: Like CHICKEN???!!!!!


Alanna is very fond of swimming and doing extremely well in her swimming lessons. One of the things we're firm on though is that all of her swimsuits are one-piece suits. It amazes me actually how difficult it is to find cute one-piece suits even at her age. We were looking for swimsuits when this conversation happened:

A: Mommy, when I get older can I have a swimsuit with breasts?
M: Honey, all girls get breasts as they get older. Breasts don't come with a swimsuit.
A: Yes they do!! See!!
M: OH! You mean a bikini....


We bought a new vehicle a couple months ago and I purchased a cute pink big girl booster seat for the car to make it special for Alanna as well. Alanna wasn't quite sure what to call the new car or the old car...

A: Mommy, what do I call the blue car?
M: You can just call it the blue car or the Mazda.
A: And what do I call the new car?
M: You can call it the Versa.
A: I don't like the Macaroni, I like the Versa.
So our Mazda has now been named the 'Macaroni'. I think you could market that, I should contact the big auto makers; we've discovered their next auto.