For Your Listening Pleasure: Reagan, an original Masterpiece

Bodily Functions

Reagan: "Mom!  Fergie just farted!"
Mom: "Great."
Reagan: "I didn't know puppies fart!"
Mom: "Everyone farts."
Reagan: "Do the fishies fart?"

HMMMMM.  Now that I don't know.  I have never seen little bubbles coming from the back end of the fish....

The Artist

I'm so impressed with Reagan's creativity.  She took some miscellaneous Styrofoam and made herself a suitable crown today! 

Sportin' a 'Tude

I have asked the little girl a full 15 times to clean her bedroom over the past three days.  She's not enthused at the prospect, and has tried everything in her power (distraction, pleading with puppy dog eyes and a cherry on top, changing the subject, feigning illness) to get out of the task.  My patience is waning, and so I'm getting more stern with each request. 

Mom: "Reagan.  Get in there and clean your bedroom."
Knowing that my tone means next step is severe reprimand... she's finally giving in.  But not without the last word.

Reagan: "When I'm a grown up, YOU have to listen to ME!!"

Deal.  I will listen to you just as well as you listen to me right now. 

Now GO.CLEAN.YOUR.ROOM.

How I love This girl

Reagan is wrapping Fergie up in her very own special green blanky, petting her head as they both lie by the fire, singing "Sweet Dreams!  Sweet Dreams!  Mommy wishes you sweet dreams!".  She's got a plastic cupcake in front of Fergie's mouth, pretending to feed her treats as she sings her a lullaby.  When a miscellaneous brother appears, she stops abruptly and shouts "GIRLS ONLY ON MY GREEN BLANKY". 

Oh, how she makes me smile.

Overheard from the kitchen

Reagan: "I'm going to marry you, Quinny."
Quinn: "You can't, I'm your brother."
Reagan: "Yes I can!  I'm going to marry you."
Colby: "You will have weird children.  Two-headed children, and I'm not even kidding about that."
Quinn: "Besides, you're too young to get married.  You have to have your parents permission if you're that young, and Mom won't give it to you."
Reagan: "Yes she will.  I will ask Mommy!"
Quinn: "And when you're married, you have to move out of the house."
Reagan: "Mommy will let me live here.'
Colby: "No she won't.  Not if you're married.  You will be kicked out of the house forever, and probably die from the cold."
Reagan: "Then I will just kiss you."
Quinn: "You're a mud-blood."
Reagan: "I'm not a MUD BLOOD!  A mud-blood will kiss your brain."

Mom (from the dining room): "You guys better not be making a mess in there!"  I'm fine with incestuous child brides, but if my kitchen gets messy.... WATCH OUT.