You're mom, not Bob!

This morning, on our way to get doughnuts at 6:30 am, Pear came to a revelation: "Mom, I think I'm all better now because now I call you mom, not Bob!" Pear has been fighting a cold over the last couple of days. Let me tell you, she DOES NOT deal with colds well. Picture a whiny little girl that sneezes and starts screaming hysterically, "my nose, my nose!" Then she frantically goes for the nearest blanket, t-shirt or tissue and wipes her face aggressively. All night long, every 30 minutes she wakes crying due to a plugged nose, sore throat or cough, I'm not talking about whimpering or whining, no, she is full out wailing and waking the whole house with her. You'd think she were seriously ill but no, it's just a cold. All day yesterday she complained, "momb I can't say momb, I keep calling you Bob! My nose is plugged." Anyway, she appears to be better and I am back to being mom, not Bob.

"ducks..."

While at the park, we went to look at the ducks. The ducks had just been fed by another little girl there and they were very friendly. After watching and chasing the ducks some, they continued to follow us around. After a while I told the girls we should go back to the playground. Pear responded, "yeah, because the ducks might eat us." I said, "no, the ducks won't eat us!" Pear said, "right, they won't, because we're not food, we're princesses."

"silly dad..."

Pear packed her bag to go to mammy & pappy's house for the night. She went to show daddy all of the necessities she remembered to bring. "I've got my pink skirt (a frilly dress-up item with sequins), my Cinderella dress (another frilly dress-up item), my swimsuit and my jammies!" Stephen asked her if she needed any panties. She pulled up her dress and exclaimed, "silly dad, I already have some!"