One of the great joys in life for a 4yo (i.e. things you let them do when you have to make a phone call) is washing windows with soapy water and a squeegee.
Me: Oh, should we get her a new one?
T: Yes! McPillow, do you have any popsicles?
McPillow: (in Tater's lowest voice) Yes, you can have one now. You can have the other one AFTER you ride the elevator.
I should add that Tater has never before addressed the pillow and came up with his name and voice on the spot, improv gal that she is.
Conversations with Grandparents:
T: Grandpa, why do you have a beard? Why do you have a mustache?!
Wake up, Grandpa! Wake up again!
Grammy was forced to read a children's medical encyclopedia that Tater picked out from the library. Tater is obsessed with blood and gore and was especially fascinated by the snake bite.
T: Why is his hand bleedin'?!
G: He was bitten by that snake.
T: Will he need a bandaid?
G: No, he probably needs to go see the doctor.
T: What kind of doctor?
On the Subject of Blizzards
T: Why are we getting Spork now?
M: Preschool is closing, because a blizzard is coming. A blizzard is a snow storm, and they want all the children and teachers to get home safely before the storm starts.
T: Will it be loud?
M: I'm not sure. Maybe the wind will be loud?
T: This blizzard is not loud. It is not scary. When will it get scary? I want it to be scary!
Such a great photo of Spork contemplating life's problems. And big lizards.