Countdown

Lisy held up 3 fingers. "How many is this?" she asked.
"Three," I replied.
Lisy put down a finger. "How many is this?"
"Two," I answered.
Lisy put down another finger. "How many is this?"
"One," I said.
Lisy held up her fist. "What is this?"
"Zero." Of course.
"No. It's a rock," and then she started playing rock-paper-scissors.

This has nothing to do with anything, it just cracks me up.

Poisoned food

Benjamin did not want to eat his vegetables. He told me they were poisoned. Eventually he ate the cucumber.

"HA! You didn't die! It wasn't poisoned after all!" I exclaimed. Benjamin laughed so hard, he almost fell out of his seat.

When he finally choked down his tomato, he jumped up and down saying, "Mom! I didn't die! The tomato wasn't poisoned, either! Uuugh." And he fell down dead.This time, I was the one who laughed.

Exit is not Elisa

<--Lisy with a Jawa at the mall. The stormtroopers frightened her, but she liked the Jawas.

Background: We gave each of our children a name that begins with a different letter. They always learn "their letter" before the rest of the alphabet. Although Elisa prefers to be called Lisy, she knows that her letter is E.

Story: The other day I was shopping at several different stores with the kids. Lisy kept trying to go through the emergency exits or the doors labeled "This is not an Exit." The boys were very helpful in pulling her back from disaster every time.

And every time she came back, she complained, "but Mom! It's my letter!" referring to the E in Exit. She thought the doors were labeled "Elisa" just for her.