What joy. My younger daughter is now nearing the magic age of four, where deliciously absurd things roll off a child’s tongue. Her older sister was a master of the art. Unfortunately I was so busy wrangling her one-year-old sister that I was unable to capture but a few of them. I seriously contemplated recording them to publish as an iPhone app. I’d be so rich now that I wouldn’t need this blogging gig.
But anyway, maybe little sister will follow in those footsteps — and let me capture them. I got lucky enough the other day to scribble this one down. It’s a promising start.
“I want a pet when I grow up, but not a dust bunny, because those make me cough. “
I love the random word association of post toddlerhood.
Today my just-turned-three year old was being silly. I told her, “You’re goofy.” She replied, “No, I’m Donald Duck!” (I guess it’s time for another trip to Disneyland…)
Fabulous.
It’s no wonder how the late great Bil Keane made a career out of such comments in “The Family Circus.” He must have been quick with the ear and the pencil to catch them all. Luckily he had all those kids (and subsequently grandkids) to give him all his material.