Dear God: I love you. I miss you. I want to have a play date with you. Amen, Nora Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Recommend on Facebook Share with Stumblers Tweet about it Tell a friend
Mommy, why is that man holding a sign? Because he’s asking for money. Why? Because he needs money to eat and take care of himself. Do we need money? Well, everyone needs money, because we all need to eat. And we need money to buy food. Oh. So we need to share our money? Yes, [...]
Do u see my long hair? Do you? Do you? Do you? Do you? (to every person exiting the airplane) I eat shooshi because I am a grown up, not a baby. Babies don’t eat shooshi. Mommy, are you sure you know what you’re doing? (While I assemble a toy) Quit telling me there are [...]
“Mommy what does brain mean?” “Brain?” “Yeah. Brain.” “Where did you hear that word?” “At school.” “Who said it?” “Jenny.” (Teacher) “What was she doing when she said it?” “She was doing something and she was telling me ‘That’s not good for your brain.’” “What was she doing?” “Painting something. She said if I smell [...]
“Which shirt would you like to wear, Nora”? I motion to the shirt I really like. “Hmm. Let me see what the tag says.” She inspects the tag, I watch curiously. “It says ‘NO’ I don’t want to wear that.” Oh snap. I probably shouldn’t be proud of her sarcastic arrogance, but I am. I’ll [...]
“Mom, can we dance to Kerry Paty again?” – Nora after her 1st dance party
“Oh dear, you have a boo boo! Here, let me kiss it.” – Nora to the zit on my chin
“Mom, something wrong is happening in here!” – Nora, from the bathroom
“We don’t run in the road or a car will make us flat.”
“The ring is phoning!” – Nora
