(Those of you who've followed my old page can remember the great things that came out of my daughter's mouth. Well, as you'll see, she continues to deliver.)
October 1997. When asked what the four
elements of the world were, "Earth, wind, fire, and air conditioning."
7 Jan
1996, "Daddy, is it tomorrow?"
10 Jan
1996, "Daddy, today I fell down the steps and it really hurt my feelings!"
12 Jan
1996, "Daddy, What's an idiot?"
Mid Jan
1996, "Daddy, I don't like smashed potatos!"
For this next one I have to sort of set the scene.
Raphaella, my wife Niki and I were all at Niki's acupuncture appointment. In there with us
was a Chinese lady and a Buddhist monk. They were speaking in their native tongue.
5 Feb
1996, "Daddy, what language are they speaking?" I said, "Chinese,
sweetie." "No they're not!" she insists. I say, "Yes they are."
She concludes, "But Daddyyyyyy. Chinese is a FOOD!"
The
evening of Presidents' Day 1996, "Daddy, are you going to stay home from work all of
the other tomorrows too?"
24 Feb
1996, "Mommy, I had a bad dream that the mumpsters were trying to eat me!"