Andrea: [After kissing Paul goodbye in the morning] No! Daddy doesn't want a kiss from you!
Andrea: [After pulling up in front of our house] No! I don't want to live here anymore! Grandma's house!!!
Andrea: I need to go talk to Daddy. No, Mommy! Don't come. I need to do it myself. DADDY! I made three plops! (Plop is the sound poop makes, fyi.)
Andrea: Mom? What nice thing should I say it of?
Me: What?
Andrea: What nice thing should I say it of?
Me: What does that mean?
Andrea: What nice thing should I say it of?
(I finally figured out she was asking how to say something in a nice way. We need to work on her grammar. . . . .)
Andrea: Mom! I have a booger!
Me: A booger? Do you need a tissue?
Andrea: No, don't worry. I ate it.
Me: Oh! We're not suppose to eat boogers. They are for tissues.
Andrea: But I liked it!
Andrea: [After following me to bathroom during the early stages of her potty training] You can do it, Mommy. Be brave. I hold your hands while you make pee pees because I'm a superhero.
Me: Thanks, but Mommy isn't afraid to put her pee pees in the potty. Using the potty is fun!
Andrea: No, it's not fun! It's scary! Give me your hands.
(She's finally stopped making me hold her hands every time I use the restroom.)
Andrea: I need something else with my cheese. (Translation: I have no intention of eating this cheese. Bring me something else)
Me: No, please eat your cheese first.
Andrea: But, it's been sitting a little while. It's kinda hard. I go throw it in the trash.
Me: No! It's fine. Step away from the trash can.
Andrea: Mommy, you taking your mighty-yums? (Translation: mighty-yums=vitamins)
Me: [As I pour a spoonful of fish oil] Yup.
Andrea: What's that mighty-yum?
Me: It's fish oil.
Andrea: Fish oil? Fish oil helps baby Sam be smart like me?
Me: Yes, it's helps his brain grow.
Andrea: My head has oil all over inside. So much oil, want to see?
It's so hard not to just laugh at her all the time, especially when she's completely serious.
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