Saturday, December 22, 2007

Daddy: "This table needs to be cleared off."

Poppy: "And I'm going to watch you do that."

I just heard about that in my ear.

Typical dad

Poppy: "Ow, my back." Who am I?
Dad: Me?
Poppy: You!

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

(during role-play Poppy's stuffed lambie is found lying on the ground)

*Gasp* "She's dead! We have to take her to the office and fix her blood."

Sunday, December 02, 2007


This morning we were having a discussion about the word hate. I said that I didn't like that word and then Poppy said...

"God lets us say it."