No bones about it

Mwende was lying on my mother's lap (her Grandma) playing with the skin on her arm. I have permission from my mom to call it "the flab under her arm". Anyway, Mwende was playing with it and suddenly exclaims, "Grandma, you don't have any bones in your arm!"

You can be my mommy

Mwende, Mwelu, my sister and I are up in Woodland, CA visiting my Aunt Sandy. We went to Gipson Ranch where my Aunt keeps her horses and my Mom, Aunt Jenny and cousins Wendy and Laura joined us for a mini family reunion. We were going to look at my Aunt's horse and Mwende was taking a golf cart with my mom, Aunt Sandy and my cousins. She is sitting next to my cousin Laura (who is 14 yrs) and stroking her hair. She then tells her, "When you grow up someday, you can be my mommy." Laura replies by saying "But, you already have a mommy." Mwende comes back with: "When my mommy dies and goes up in the sky, then you can be my mommy."

>>>I guess that solves the problem of who we should choose as their guardian!<<<

I saw an airport!

A plane just now flew over our place. Mwende comes running in and says "I just saw an airport!" "An airplane?" I replied. "No! An airport! That's where daddy lives. I mean, that's where daddy is!" (Patrick has been going on a lot of business trips lately)

Snug as a bug in a rug

Last night Mwende decided to sleep on the floor... using her hopscotch rug as a blanket. When I left her she was curled up underneath with a My Little Pony and her doll "Calisa" neatly tucked in beside her. I took this picture just before we went to bed for the night. Don't worry, Patrick transferred her to her bed. My little snuggle bug. :)

Pixie dust

Mwende is playing outside and has a box out there that she's filled with dirt. I go outside to hang a towel out to dry and suddenly she throws a handful of dirt at me. I spin around and holler at her, "Mwende Christine, what do you think you're doing?!" Her response? "It's just pixie dust, Mama!" I think the child expected that I would fly.

Why can't I have everything I want?

We're in Target today and Mwende is walking "next" to the cart. It becomes an endless stream of "Mama, I want this!" "No Mwende, put it back.", over and over again. I told her that she can't have everything she wants. She then asks one of life's greatest questions. "Why can't I have everything I want?" Tried to explain how we couldn't afford it, that it wasn't good for her anyway, how no one on earth really gets everything they want. It didn't sink in.

You can't see through my skin!

Patrick told Mwende not to do something. So she turned her back to him and said "You can't see through my skin, Daddy!"

That was definitely a laugh out loud kind of moment.