Apples don't fall far from the tree

The girls and I went out for pizza in the city with Matt, Dan, Erin, and her brother Sean. After we had waited for a while the waitress appeared and apologized that the there had been a snafu with the kids' pizza and that it would be a while longer still.

Phoebe's reaction was like an inborn reflex: "Are we going to get it for free?"

Roxie's favorite song

A few weeks ago, the girls fell asleep in the car on the way home from someplace and I was carrying them into their beds. Roxie woke up while I was carrying her and demanded that I sing her a song.

I started up: "Rockabye baby, on the treetop..." Apparently this wasn't to her liking. "No, no! My other favorite song."

Not knowing what she wanted, I tried something I had heard her singing to herself several times in the past:

One little girl
Jumping on a log
Her falled down and broke her arm

She fell asleep and I put her in bed.

What do Phoebe and Mommy have in common?

A few days ago Jessica, Amy and I were talking about similarities between the kids. Jessica had a flash of insight: "I know something that Phoebe and Mommy have in common -- they both have pointy heads."

You stinked my lala!

One morning Roxie woke up very mad at me: "I don't like you daddy! I like mommy better." I asked what I had done to deserve this. Apparently in her dream I had "stinked her lala". I tried to argue that she couldn't hold me accountable for what happened in her dreams, but she would have none of it.

Today, months later, I asked her about it and she was a bit more reasonable:

Me: Did anyone ever stink your lala?

Roxie: Daddy stinked my lala last time while I was 'leeping.

Me: Was that my fault or was that just a dream?

Roxie: It was just a bad dream.