Sunday afternoon I was taking my nap when Hannah came in and whispered in her sweet little voice:
Hannah: Dad, can I sit on something?
Me: Sure, honey, what do you want to sit on?
Hannah: Can I sit on the Dog crate? (Disclaimer: She had been told no at least 20 times)
Me: No, Hannah, you might break it.
Hannah: No I won’t, I just have a little behind!
Conversation two, Hannah and I waiting in the car outside of Wal-mart. Hannah is crying because I won’t let her get out of her car seat.
Me: Hannah quit your crying. I don’t want to hear you cry anymore.
Hannah: I can’t stop! There is still alot of cry left down in my throat!
Conversation three: Again, on another day, Hannah and I waiting in the car outside of Wal-mart. Hannah has been pleasantly quiet when she breaks the silence:
Hannah: I drew me a moustache! (Followed by an evil laugh)