(Background: Our church has recently moved from its own building and is meeting in the Hilton temporarily.)
Husband: Ok, tell me another word in Spanish.
4-year-old: Hotel. (Pronounced o-tell)
H: Muy bien. And what does “hotel” mean?
4-year-old: Well, it’s like when you want to go to church, you go to this big building with the pool…
(In the car, on the way to the store for some boxes for our move)
4-year-old: Hey mom, look! I can lick my neck!
(Watching Isaiah the Prophet, 7 months, look at himself in the mirror)
4-year-old: Tia Erin says that Isaiah can’t recognize himself in the mirror yet.
Me: Really? I think he can. He certainly seems to.
4-year-old: Well I don’t. And anyway, Tia Erin’s smarter than you are.
(In the car, on the way home from preschool)
4-year-old: Addison had surgery.
Me: Wow! That must have been scary. What did she have surgery on?
4-year-old: Her father.