Wouldn't you know it... just as soon as I posted last week's Sweetie Saturday, she started in with more great Sweetie-isms. I think the first one she said was directed to our cat, Spoon!.
You're so delicate, Spoon!.
And just a little while later, she followed this up with her proclamation that,
My feet are allergic to smoothies.
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Speaking of smoothies, here's a good story...
Last weekend I bought Sweetie a pink ballet skirted unitard for her upcoming Fairy Dance Camp. On Sunday morning I had her try it on. She loved it! She kept it on for quite awhile.
When Daddy woke up he decided he'd make himself a chocolate smoothie. Sweetie asked if she could have some too.
Sure, but not while you're wearing your new dance dress.
Well... I don't want a smoothie, then.
Okay.
But then, in the next 5 seconds when Daddy turned around to talk to Sweetie again, there she stood - naked as a jaybird, assuring Daddy that,
Well, I do want a smoothie. I only like them a little bit.
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Told to Daddy as he and Sweetie lay in the hammock at Grammy and Grampy's house,
Mmmmmm... I smell the clouds. They smell like ravioli and... cloud oatmeal.
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While "helping" Daddy clear out some junk from the attic...
Where's my trusty boat?
What are you looking for?
My trusty boat!
I don't remember it. - She never had a boat.
It's my trusty boat!
Then, she spied her trusty camera. A Fisher Price toy from our childhood, that showed pictures of animals from a 1973 trip to the zoo.
That's our trusty Sweetie! Always coming through for us with the cuteness.
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