All my best Rilla material—the stories and quotes I want to save forever—winds up on Twitter and Facebook these days. (That’s the fastest way to jot something down.) But just in case Twitter goes kaboom someday, I think I’ll start a Rilla-page here for easy future memory-laning. Like most three-year-olds, she is one funny little monkey.
Rilla, drinking water from a mug, asks if we can pretend it’s coffee.
Me: “Sure! How is your coffee, ma’am?”
Rilla: “I don’t like coffee.”
Rilla: “Mommy, can we have a babysitter named Daphne?”
Rilla chirps, bouncing: “Mommy! I’m going to free mini-Hawk Girl from the dungeon!”
Rose explains: “She means buy it on Amazon.”
Rilla deposits terrifyingly lifelike snake on my feet, announces: “It won’t eat me. ” Pries open rubber jaws, peers inside. “See? It won’t.”
(She sounds disappointed.)
Rilla names letters on cereal box: “L-I-F-E.”
Scott: “What’s that spell?”
Rilla’s question of the day: “Which people bounce?”
July 22nd. She just came in carrying a small wicker picnic basket. Knelt, opened basket, carefully spread napkin on floor, took out A BOWL OF CEREAL.
July 17th. “Mom, what’s your favorite color? Choose red.”
July 13th. Rilla has spent the past 20 sitting in an armchair licking a little piece of Japanese candy with all the intensity her 3yo self can muster.
Spent the last two hours wearing a necklace on my head as crown because I am (so Rilla declares) Mommy Princess. Forgot about it until I leaned over the dishwasher and it fell in.
July 9th. Rilla found reading big fat YA novel. “This is my faborite book.” 3 minutes later, book is cast aside in disgust. “I don’t like it. It has WORDS.”
July 8th. Overheard—
14yo: “Do you need help pouring the milk?”
14yo: “Are you sure?”
3yo: “I don’t want to be sure.”
(a work in progress)
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