Umi Car

We were driving home and went over a small bump, and Morgan said, "the Umi Car flies over the big bumps!" and I said, "aw, sorry, Sweetie, we don't have an Umi Car..." to which she replied, "that's OK, maybe tomorrow we can just paint it orange and put a face on it..."

Who? What? Where? When? How?

Here is a sampling of one of many such conversations with Morgan, lately...

"What street do we live on?"
(I accidentally tell her the subdivision name, instead of the street name...)
"What?"
"Sorry, that was the subdivision..."
"What's a subdivision?"
"It's a neighborhood"
"What's a neighborhood?"
"It's a group of houses"
"What does 'vision' mean?"
"Well, 'vision' can mean sight, but the word is "subdivision", because the land is subdivided into pieces."
"What does 'subdivided' mean?"
"It means one big pieces was made into smaller pieces"
"What are pieces?"
"Pieces are parts"
"What are parts?"
"Parts, like small things..."
"Like on my toys?"
"Sure, like on your puzzles...your puzzles have pieces..."
[Continue to the point of exhaustion...]

She melts my heart

As I lay next to Morgan, she reached over and took my hand. I kissed the top of her hand and she said, "why did you kiss my hand?" and I said, "because I love you". She leaned over and kissed my hand and said, "I love you, too."

Clean up!

I was telling Morgan that it was time to put her cup in the sink, and get ready for bed and she said, "NO, wait, Mommy! We have to clean up all these cards on the floor, first..." Anything to stall bedtime... ;)