Funny Girl

Some of my favorite conversations with Lyla lately:

Lyla: I gotta get to work
Me: Where do you work?
Lyla: I work at SecondMarket?
Me: What do you do there?
Lyla: Ummm, I send emails and work on the computer. I also talk on the phone.
Me: Who do you work with? Lyla: I work with Aishwariya and Maggie and a bunny and butterflies. And they have chocolate there.

Lyla: Mommy, something is wrong with my hand.
Me: What's wrong?
Lyla: It feels like a porcupine.
Me: I think you were lying on it for too long. That's called pins and needles.
Lyla: Pins and needles? That's so silly.

Lyla (looking for the remote control to lower the volume on the TV): Mommy, were is the stop talking button. This is too loud.

Lyla (in a moment on introspection): Mommy, sometimes it's hard to be quiet. And sometimes it's also hard to wait for what I want.

And the question she asks me every single day: How is Baby Jack gonna come out of your belly? She sticks her eyeball right into my belly button as she asks. At my last sonogram, I told her to ask the doctor. Dr. Stone simply said "one way or another."

Funny Girl

"When we have vegetables at school, I say NO THANK YOU."

The other morning, not more than 10 seconds after she woke up: "Mommy, I have a good idea, let's have chocolate." (Girl after my own heart)

"When mommy and daddy got married, you turned into a princess."

"The coins in my pocket are making jingle bells."

"Mommy, can you make sure you are careful when you cross the street."

Funny Girl

Lyla is at the age where she says so many things that make me laugh -- some intentional, some not. I want to record them before I forget. So here are a couple of things that made me laugh in my first installment of "Funny Girl".

• The other day, we were out picking up supplies for the hurricane. She asked me what was in the shopping bag and I told her there were candles inside. She gasped and said "wow, it's my birthday?"

• Lyla calls her hair color "blondie". This morning, she got a piece of hair in her mouth. She came up to me and said "help, mommy, I have a blondie in my mouth."