Willow: Mommy, my tummy hurts.
Mommy: Does it feel hungry, or like you need to go to the bathroom?
Willow: It feels like it needs to eat chips.
Willow: My bottom hurts. (Do we have a hypochondriac here?!?!?)
Mommy: What does it feel like? (Not sure what else to ask!!)
Willow: It feels like a traffic jam. (?!?!)
I'm the big sister. I will help Owen. I will pick him up and put him on my shoulder to calm him down.
Can I may have __________________ please? (We're working on asking nicely and she's including ALL nice words...)
Can you sing "Saint Julie's Vomit?" (St. Judy's Comet by Paul Simon)
WWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! (The tantrum [not always limited to one] we hear daily...sigh...)