Kids Say the Funniest Things - Mandy Edition

Mandy just came into the room holding a seam ripper and two packages of sewing needles. 

I asked, "Why do you have my sewing stuff?"

She responded, "This is sewing stuff? Oh, well your kids aren't geniuses."

The child is 3.

Going on 16, or so she tells me.

The other day I was applying eye shadow in the bathroom mirror and Mandy said she wanted some too. I told her not until she was 16 and without missing a beat she said, "But I am 16." She had this incredulous look on her face and her hands were flipped palms up. Of course, how could I forget. 

Maybe it is the fact you are three feet tall. 

Or maybe it is because I remember your birthday. 3. Years. Ago.

Mandy is constantly talking.

Constantly.

If she isn't talking, she is either sound asleep or ill. 

Actually, even when she is ill she is telling us all about what ails her. 

No one does sick quite as dramatically as Mandy.

God has a sense of humor because we spent the first 3 years of Emma's life in virtual silence. 

Emma never tried to talk, didn't want to talk and it was at this same age (3 and a half) 

that I took her in to be evaluated for delayed speech.

Emma, who has no speech delay now, but prefers to be quiet, recently told me that Mandy talks enough for the both of them. 

It's true.

Mandy's imaginary world is a crazy place and listening in always gives me pause to chuckle.

"My husband is pregnant and his parents just died. I just don't know what I am going to do!! 

[insert flailing hand motions and dramatic sighs]

This is terrible. Just terrible. Oh, just come with me while I find the princesses."

And she was off to put on a princess dress. Then take off a princess dress 2 minutes later when she was no longer pretending to be a princess.

Even as I type, Mandy is twisting a headband around my arm telling me this is my "creature power suit."

I do feel a little quicker in the fingers. Thanks Mandy.