Sunday, December 26, 2010

Hide and Go Seek

(What Sera says when playing hide and go seek instead of "Ready or not, here I come"):
"Wherever you're hiding it doesn't matter because I'm going to find you if you're ready or not because here I come."

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Ice Pants

Me: "Sera, put your snow pants on so we can go outside."
Sera: "They're ice pants, Dad"
Me: "OK, put them on."
Sera: "They're ice pants, Daddy!"
Me: "Alright, then! Put your ice pants on so we can go outside."
Sera: "But you can use them in the snow too."

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Sweet Randomness

"If you get too close to a snake or bumble bee, they'll bite you! But an elephant won't."

Friday, December 17, 2010

Don't Pick Your Nose

(Sera, knuckle-deep in the back seat of the car).
Mom: "Sera, don't pick your nose, or you won't have any friends. It's gross. "
Sera: (as if insulted): "My nose is NOT gross! "

Daddy's Little Helper

(While I'm filling Ceilidh's water dish and scooping some food into her bowl, Sera's watching from a few feet away.)
Sera: "I'm helping you feed Ceilidh. By standing here."

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Wife beater

(After coming in the door from work, Sera runs up to tell me how she won a race against Mom earlier in the day): Daddy! Daddy! I beat your wife today!

Best mom in the ever all

You're the best mom in the ever all.

Best Friend

Mommy, you're my best friend.

Watch your mouth

(After talking back to Dad at the dinner table)
Me: You watch your mouth, little miss.
Sera: I can't watch my mouth, it's too low.

You can't force these feelings

(Sera takes Mommy's face in both hands and comes in really close): That's a nice gesture, Mommy, but you can't force these feelings.

Sera's gotta grow up

Sera: Mommy, I can't be your little girl forever.
Mom: Why not?
Sera: I need to grow up.
Mom: Why is that?
Sera: So I can be a baby sitter and a mommy and a daddy.


Sera to Mom: Mommy, when I grow up I'm going to have boobers just like yours. Big ones.

Photo with Santa

(Sera and I were looking at a picture of Santa holding her baby sister Jillian in a mall)
Sera: I didn't get a picture with Santa because I was too scared.
Me: You were too scared to get a picture with Santa? That's OK. Maybe next year.
Sera: Yep. Maybe next year. When Santa doesn't have a beard.

Bumble Bees and Their Flying Mops

Sera: (pointing to a mop in the kitchen) Does that fly?
Me: What? Does the mop fly? Who do you think would fly with the mop? (I figured she was confusing the mop with a broom, and that we were about to have a reminiscence of witches at Halloween)
Sera: Bumble bees.
Me: Bumble bees fly with mops?
Sera: Yep. Bumble bees fly with mops because they have big mouths.