She dances at Meijer.
While eating some sunflower seeds, she pointed at her mouth and said, “Oh, these are tasty!”
When I came downstairs for church, I was wearing some orange capris that I haven’t had out since last summer. She turned around in her high chair and exclaimed, “Mommy, cute shorts! Those are cute.”
She got so excited talking to me about her oatmeal this morning that she randomly and maniacally MOOOO’d.
When I tickle her by munching on her tummy and toes, she asks me if she tastes good and would I like some more?
I told her that hommus is made out of garbanzo beans and she nodded her head knowingly and said in a very serious tone, “Ooohhhh. Yeahhhhh.”
She still calls the kitchen, “the chicken”.
Whenever we drive past a car lot, she squeals super loud and yells that the cars cost “FIFSTY DODDERS!”
What? Ham?