Word hoard

Sometimes one's desire to express oneself outstrips the ability to do so. Then things like this happen:

Us: Kiddo, what's wrong?
Her: I don't remember! I can't say it! I AM NOT OKAY.

Daddy's girl

"I'm a good widdow New Mex'can. Mo' posole please!"

Make your breadwinner sad in one easy step

The kiddo has been refusing to give her dad a hug and kiss when he leaves in the morning, and I think she thinks he might not leave if she doesn't. This morning she did consent to say good-bye.

Her: Bye-bye!
Him: Bye, I love you!
Her: I love you, and I miss you every day.

Awwwwwww.

Texture

The nice thing about having a curly-haired toddler is that when she self-administers a haircut, it's easy to hide.

Introduction

The kiddo was chatting with a lady at the grocery store.

"Nice to meet you. This is my friend Mama."

Change is hard

While vacuuming, I rotated the kitchen table about 45 degrees, so the kiddo had a slightly different view from her clip-on highchair.

Her, despairing: My chair! MY CHAIR! Where is it?
Me: You mean the one you're sitting in?
Her, relieved: It's right here!

Affirmed

It was the kiddo's birthday.

T.G: Isn't this the best cake you've ever had?
Kiddo: This is the best cake in the WORLD!

It was this chocolate cake (in two 8-in. layers) with this strawberry buttercream, by the way.

Shocked, shocked

T.G. was singing "Bohemian Rhapsody" to himself when the kiddo confronted him.

"Daddy?! You killed a man?!"

Doom

The kiddo scattered her peanuts all over the backseat of the car, so I was giving her a little scolding while I unbuckled her. She looked up at me with her halo of curly blond hair and her big blue eyes.

"But I'm cute."

Hoo boy.

Cuddly

The kiddo had a babysitter last night, so today she keeps coming to me, giving me a hug, and saying, "I'm so GWAD you're HEWE."