It’s true, they really do say the darnedest things

Blegh, I’ve caught a cold. There are, as always, LOTS of things I’d like to get done today, but (unless I’ve blocked them out,) I can’t think of any things I have to do that are so urgent that anyone will die if I don’t get to them, so I’m going to spend as much time in bed today as I can. This seems like a reasonable policy, since every time I stand up I feel like lying down, and every time I lie down, I fall asleep. Hopefully my kids won’t tear the house to shreds while I nap. Maybe I can even get them to do some napping, too.

Before my next nap, though, here are a few kid bits:

We were singing “Once there was a snowman” with Rose on Sunday, and I remembered how Mabel used to sing it. The words go, “Once there was a snowman, snowman, snowman, once there was a snowman, tall, tall, tall. In the sun he melted, melted, melted, in the sun he melted, small, small, small.” Instead of “In the sun he melted,” Mabel used to think it was “In the sunny mountain.”

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Yesterday I discovered that Rose thought that “Wallace and Gromit” was “Wallace and Grown Up.” (Having been corrected, today she is being very careful to say “Growmit.”)

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Reading Dr. Seuss’s “Oh the Thinks You Can Think” to Rose just now, we came to this page:

This reminded me that when Isaac was one or two years old, he would point to each walrus and say, “it’s Jesus!”

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Rose’s newly-formed aversion to getting dressed, though only a three-day-old trend, is already a firmly entrenched one. Yesterday I tried to find out why she prefers her pajamas (she seemed to agree with my question “Is it that your pajamas are so comfortable?”) and then I managed to talk her into getting dressed by telling her that all her pretty clothes were very sad that she didn’t want to wear them, and that they were saying “I wish Rose would wear me!” (Yes, I’m willing to ruin my child’s future mental stability for the sake of a temporary expedient.) But she’s a quick adapter, this child: today when I told her I wanted her to get dressed, she said, “No, my clothes are saying, ‘We don’t want Rosie to wear us. We want her to wear her jammies.'”