My budding artist

This morning Rosie presented me with her latest drawing: "It's you and Daddy when you got married!"  And then the conversation proceeded thus:

R: I was in your belly when you got married.
me: Um, no.  No, you weren't.
R: Then where was I?
me:....... In heaven.
R: With Jesus?
me: Yup.
R: And then I was in your belly?
me: Sure.
R: And then I came out!  I'm gonna go draw that.

And that, my Rosiegirl, is a drawing that I do not want to see.

Great new song

Zack has been walking around singing the same song over and over again.  Maybe you've heard it; here's how it goes:

"Zippy doody dah
Oh my, oh my, what a day
Suh-shine head my way
Zippy doody dahhhhh!"

Billions and billions served?

As I was running errands with Rosie and Zack, we were in the car in a neighborhood that we don't usually frequent.  We passed a McDonald's, which Rosie pointed out.  When we go to McDonald's there are two that we usually go to, and this was not one of them.

She said, "Look, there's another McDonald's!  There are THREE McDonald's in the world!"

Such elation

Shortly after the new pope was elected, I came across a printable coloring page with the pope's image on it.  My Rosiegirl loves to color, so I printed it out for her, thinking I could teach her about the pope while she was coloring.  I printed the page and gave it to her.  I asked her if she knew who was on the page, and she took one look at it and shouted, "Pope Francis!"  I suggested she show Deacon Pop what she had, and she ran into the other room shouting, "Poppy, look!  Pope Francis, Pope Francis, Pope Francis!"

Must be doing something right

Like most kids, mine love to play with big empty cardboard boxes.  Usually they like to sit in them and pretend the boxes are vehicles, like a car or a rocket ship (thank you, Little Einsteins).  Rosie also likes to get her markers out and draw on the cardboard inside the boxes.

So I was not surprised the last time we got a package in the mail, when Rosie hopped into the box with her markers and started drawing away.  This time, though, she told me that her box was a church, and the two people she had drawn inside were a priest and a deacon: Father Steve and "Poppa."

I think she's obsessed

I keep finding these drawings all over the house...

What can I say?  My girl loves spiders.

Impressionable young minds

Rosie came rushing through the dining room and into the kitchen.  As she yanked open the freezer door, I heard her saying, "I want the chill of peppermint!"  She what, now?  She was kind enough to clarify: "Rich, dark chocolate.  The chill of peppermint."  She wanted a York peppermint patty that my mother had stashed in the freezer.

I asked her where she heard that (because while she is clever, let's be honest, I knew she didn't come up with that herself), and she said, "Mickey's Christmas."  It seems that in her three dozen or so viewings of "Mickey's Christmas Carol" on our DVR, she has committed a few of the commercials to memory.

And this is why you should always know what your children are watching -- you never know when they'll request the "chill of peppermint."