Now that we're through my son's last bout of teething and being sick, of course it's my turn! I have some sort of cold/sore throat and feel terrible lately, but since we all know that the degree to which a parent is not feeling well is directionally proportional to the amount of whining, craziness and madness their 3 year old dishes out, I have PLENTY of fodder from the last few days for a quick Kaycie Sez post - nice and easy to do on a day where I wished I could have pulled the covers over my head!
While drinking a glass of cranberry juice: "Mom, does cranberry juice have sugar in it?" Me: "Yes it does... did you learn about sugar at school?" Kaycie: "Yes. We learned it was good, but that if you put chicken on it then it tastes kind of sour." (Editor's note: ??!!??)
While looking at herself in the mirror: "I FEEL like Santa Claus, but I actually LOOK like Mrs. Claus."
While writing Valentine's cards for pre-school (well... tracing her name from a dotted grid I made for her): "Mom, I can't do this anymore. My arm is broken... you do it." Me: "I can help you, but the cards are from you, so you should be the one to put your name on them... they aren't from Mommy." Kaycie: "I have a great idea... you can write YOUR name on them and then they WILL be from you!" (Editor's note: I was actually not purposely torturing her by making her write out 21 cards... we'd been doing about 3 a day, which she normally can handle just fine.)
After I told her that I might try to take a nap while she's in quiet time and Knolan's sleeping: "Yeah, and then when I want you to wake up, I can run in and hit you on the head with a pillow... or my rake!"
Upon opening my eyes at 3am and seeing Kaycie's face right in front of mine: "Mom, can you come help me build my campfire? I'm having a little trouble with it." (Editor's note: Turns out it was a completely fake campfire made out of blankets and red socks, but she was cold and thought a fire would help.)