Olive: You are kinda like our ruler, Mama. Because you are our Mama. And when you tell us to do something we might do it.
me: (laughing)
Olive: When you tell us to do something we WILL do it.
Olive (in a quiet voice): But sometimes we won't.
Olive: Let's pretend we're on a boat.
me (singing): Row, row, row you're boat...
Olive: Stop! I'm too old for that song!
me: Okay. What is your favorite song now?
Olive: ABC song.
me: You are really smart, Olive.
Olive: There are lots of things I don't know.
me: But there are lots of things you DO know.
Olive: But the things I know are less than the things I don't know.
Olive (at dinner): Did you feed us healthy food?
me: Yes.
Olive: Good! You're the bestest Mama ever! You feed us good food and I'll grow strong and fast! I want to be a cheetah!
(eating a Popsicle) "My mouth feels like winter!"
"The puddles are gone! They evacuated!"
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Olive never fails to amaze me. She is such a little individual, love her thought process.
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