Cealyisms

I should never have been so mean to my older sister about her obnoxious great organizing techniques, because I birthed my sister.  I am talking growing up with a sister who had pictures of her shoes on the outside of shoe boxes in order to distinguish them.  Weird.  Mine were all in a pile and always took me about 10 minutes to find a matching pair.  Well anyway...

Cealy comes marching in my room this evening:  "Mommy!"  "Yes, but don't use that tone with me."  "Well I found a pair of my undies in my sock drawer."  "Yes I didn't know you had a sock drawer that was so different from your undie drawer?"  And she responds: "You cannot put undies and socks together mommy.  Just put them on my bed and I will put them in their drawer."

She is not yet 4.

I was reading her a book before bed, Ladybug Girl and Bingo, which is her favorite as of today.  I point to a wolf and say, "Oh My! I hope they get away there is a wolf!"

"Mommy that is a fox.  It is red and has a long straight tail.  A fox mommy."

Good times.