Purple Flowers

Conversation while driving to GrandDaddy's house...

Morgan: Mommy, look at the pretty purple flower!!

Me: Oooh, pretty!

Morgan: No, not that one, the one over there!

Me: Oh, which one? Describe it to me...

Morgan: Oh...there was a seed and the seed went in the ground and then water went on the seed and the seed grew up tall out of the ground and then there was a little ball at the top of the stem and then the sun was shining on the bud and then it opened up *like this* and then the petals opened up and then it rained and then it grew some more and then it was a purple flower and it's sooooo pretty!

Pictures

Morgan has been drawing pictures of flowers and writing letters and numbers on pieces of paper around the house and when she finishes, she holds it up and declares, "oh my goodness, I need to take a picture of THAT!"

I always feel like...

I was cleaning up the living room and asked Morgan to help me and I noticed she wasn't helping.  I looked up and she was perched on top of the couch.  I asked her what she was doing and she said she was watching me and I said, "why are you watching me?" and she said, "well, SOMEBODY has to watch you!"

Ha, I have no idea where she got that from...

Birthday Card

Me: We need to make a birthday card for GrandMommy.
Morgan: Will we make a little one or a big one?

Me: We can make any size you want...
Morgan: OK, we can make a little one.  What can we put on it?
Me: We can put anything you want on it? We can put stickers on it...we can write your name on it...
Morgan: We can write my name on it, GrandDaddy's name on it, Daddy's name on it, Mommy's name on it...Um, Mommy, sorry, but it's going to have to be a BIG card...

It's cute, now...

Last night, Morgan was in bed and rolled over and asked where her Dolly was and I said, "Isn't it in your hand?"  She put up both hands, showing me her palms, and said with huge attitude, "Empty." It was so hilariously cute, and I couldn't help but laugh.  I thought to myself how funny and cute that attitude was now and how I probably would not find it so funny 10 years from now... ;)

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...]