The sweetness that is my Aurelia

When asked by her preschool teachers what she wanted to be when she grows up, Aurelia-Bedelia answered: "A mommy."

Following up at home, I asked her again.
Again, she responded: "A mommy."
I asked her, "What do mommies do?"
Aurelia: "They take care of we girls."
Me: "And what do I do for you?"
Aurelia: "Oatmeal!"

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We have been heavily emphasizing the "if it is not yours, don't bother it" philosophy lately. She must be catching on, because when I was caught red-handed using her brown crayon to make a shopping note for Ted I was told:

"WHAT you doin' wif my cwayon? Is it yours? Nooooooo. It bewongs to me. Now put it back."

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Upon learning that her preschool teacher was out ill, she told me a very detailed story about how poor Miss Polly has a leaf in her throat. For Miss Polly's sake, I hope this is not true.

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