Lulu, finally four…
1/14/12- (said while spinning in circles in front of me while I’m warming up my coffee in the microwave) “Mommy, do you know what I am? I’m the microwave!”
“Mommy, I had a bad dream. I dreamed that our house was made out of ice and it was being smashed and we had to move out of our house. I don’t like houses made out of ice. I only like houses made out of bricks…and trampolines.”
