You Had A What?!

This is a few days late, but it's so good, I can't NOT share it. So the other night, I gave Aria a Dum-Dum lollipop for being a good girl. The one I happened to grab out of the bag was a mystery flavor, so after sucking on it for a bit, Matt asks her, "Hey, what kind is that?". She showed it to him, he sniffed, took a taste, & then decreed, "Oh, that's butterscotch!"

Aria then proceeded to walk over to me & say, "Look, Momma! It's butter crotch!"

*silence*

Then the next day in the car, out of NO WHERE, as Aria's mind works (much like her mother's), she starts talking about the lollipop again, but this time...

Aria: "Momma, Daddy, I had a lollipop! I had a butter crotch!"
*shocked faces followed by hysterical laughter*
Matt: "I'm sorry, you had a what?"
Aria: "I said it! I have a butter crotch!"

Oh lawdy....

Here's some proof:

Double-Whammy Tuesday!

Howdy fine folks! (if anyone even reads this thing, that is). Because I was passed out on the couch by 8pm last night (woohoo! livin' the life!), I didn't get to update, but I got a gem yesterday. And today was no exception, either. So here goes, double-whammy time:

Yesterday:
So myself, the Wonder Tot, & the husband decided to embark on a quest for fun (little did we realize everyone & their sister was crowding all the exclusive clubs, like Monkey Joe's & Chuck E. Cheese), so we were sitting in the car for a while in traffic in one of the busier areas around us. My husband was in the back seat with Aria when he looked over & spotted a car dealership, & this little convo transpired:

Matt: Hey Aria, look! That's a dealership....that's ALOT of cars, huh?
Aria: Wow, lotta cars!!
Matt: Yeah, you can buy one of those cars, if you wanted.
Me: Well, yeah, if you had some money. But those cost alot of money.
*pause as she ponders this*
Aria: That's ok. We can use the money in my piddy bank!! (Translation = piggy bank)

Well...duh. Why didn't I think of that? Think they'll credit the rest of the cost to her cuteness? Meh, it's worth a shot.

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Cut to today & my car ride home from daycare with the little one, she starts whining half way through the dire 20 minute ride that she wants a snack, RIGHT. NOW. So after a few minutes of this, finally I decide to distract her with a question, & of course, she has all the answers...

Me: Aria, calm down. I don't have any snacks. All the snacks are in a cabinet at home. Do I have a cabinet in the car?
Aria: Noooo. That's silly. We don't has a cabinet in da car.
*a moment passes as she yet again ponders...*
Aria: We has a fridge in the car? Noooo, that's silly! We has a microwave in the car? Nooo, that's silly!
Me: Do we have a dishwasher in the car? Nooo, that's silly!
Aria: Nice job mummy!! High five! Pounds!

Well. Now I've been approved by the 2.5 year old. Score!

Oozy Nine Millimeter?

Today's little snippet from the RocketSeat behind me as we're driving out to breakfast:

Aria: I want to ooze more moozie juice.
Me: What? You're oozing? What are you oozing?
Aria: NO. I want to ooze more moozie juice.
Me: But hon, are you saying you are oozing something? Like boogies or something? What are you...
Aria: NO. MORE MOOZIE JUICE NOW!

*back & forth continues for another 5 minutes*

Me: ***EPIPHANY!!***
Me: Wait!!! Are you saying you could USE more SMOOTHIE juice?
Aria: Yes! I want to ooze more moozie juice!

Y'all Look Alike?

Went to the Supa-Wal with Le Wonder Tot (LWT) today. She was mad sick last night, but honestly, when there's only 1 diaper left in the house & I'm not ready for the potty-training venture, I ain't taking chances & she seemed ok enough for the trip this morning. Now as far as I can tell, because I'm no expert since I'm usually in The Corporate at that time of day, it looks as though there's not many people at the Supa-Wal 'cept for the senior crowd and the tough-guy-that-wears-shorts-and-wife-beaters-on-a-40-degree-day kinda crowd.

A little back story: Aria has one great-grandparent that she's in constant contact with, and that would be her father's grandmother, who Aria lovingly dubs, "GG" (great-grandma). GG is a wonderful woman with gray hair (she's 80, after all).

So, in the loud, high, shrill voice that only a 2.5 year old little girl can have, every senior she saw in the place, she'd yell out, "GG!! Hey GG!! Pay attention to me!!"

I'm still scarlet.....

Rawr!!!

I can't believe what I heard just now. Aria pulls up her play high chair, seats her Care Bear in it (which is my CB from childhood -- rawk!!) & says, very distinctly:

"Welcome to the Dinosaur Cafe. You get a free RAWR with every plate!"

DYING.