This afternoon the girls were riding bikes in the front yard, and Abby rode right into the street, then just stopped in the middle. I got her back into the driveway and was trying to explain to her what could happen to her in the middle of the street. It went like this:
Me: The cars come around the corner really fast and they can't see you. They don't think there's gonna be a little girl on her bike in the street.
Abby: Ya.
Me: If the car hits you, you might die. Or bleed a lot (which, to the girls is worse than dying).
Abby: Yup, and get smooshed.
Haley: Then we'd have to go get a new Abby.
Me: Nope. You can't get a new person. There's just one Abby.
Haley: How sad.
Abby wanted to go say hi to our mail-lady, Denise, and she was wearing a "princess dress".
Abby: HI DENISE.
Denise: Hi, honey. You look so pretty today.
Abby: I know!
In the car, driving up the coast...
Haley: See that hill, mom?
Me: Yes
Haley: We need to tell Daddy. He ride his mountain bike on that hill.
Also in the car...
Haley: Mom, can we play duck, duck goose when we get home?
Me: Sure
Haley: But mom, we need A LOT of kids.
Goodness, I know when I sat down to write this I had more, but I can't think of them. Oh well. I'll have to save them for another post!
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