6:00 a.m. in the morning
zoë comes crawling into my bed
"mommy, i had a bad dream..."
pia hearing the commotion comes into my bedroom
(she is very nosy)
me: "what kind of bad dream?"
zoë: "i dreamt about a monster... a scary monster"
pia: "was the monster blue?"
zoë: "no, it was purple with yellow polka dots..."
pia: "oooooohhh, that is scary!"
after dinner while cleaning up in their playroom
zoë : "pia! you better help clean up!!"
pia: "i am!"
zoë: "no, you are not!"
pia: "yah i are!"
zoë : "that is not a proper sentence pia!"
pia: "yah, it is!"
zoë : "you don't even know what sentence means!"
pia: "yah, i do!"
zoë: "then what does it mean?!"
pia: "i dunno..."
pause
pia: "MOMMY! atat being mean to me!!"
just this past weekend,
i was showing zoe my c-section scar
i was showing zoe my c-section scar
and telling her that my doctor had to cut my tummy open to get her out
zoë: "oooohhh, i thought babies came out of the momma's foot
i saw it on an episode of Friends..."
zoë: "oooohhh, i thought babies came out of the momma's foot
i saw it on an episode of Friends..."





