*at the library*
2: awww the baby is cwyin’.
Me: aww, why is the baby crying?
2: because the mommy is kiwwin it
Me: the mommy is WHAT?
2: the mommy is kawwyin’ it!
2: hey look! *has balloon nub in miuth*
Me: ummm, that’s way too silly. What’s going on, silly monkey?
2: I’m not a monkey!!!! I’m a duck!!! Quack quack quack HAHAHAHA
“4: can’t eat both blueberries and ice cream in separate bowls. I guess I’ll just do it the old fashioned way *wiggles eyebrows*
*tosses blueberries in with ice cream*
*swats one fly*
Me: I’m the Fly Swatter! *swats 5 flies in a row* these flies are so scared of me.
4: why are they scared?
Me: I swatted their family.
4: ....orrrrrrr maybe it’s because we put on bug spray.
*walks in and sits next to 4*
*15 minutes passes while 4 watched Octonauts and I’m speaking out loud with 2, having full discussions*
*episode ends*
*4 jumps and yells* “Colleen!!!! When did you come in? I didn’t know you were here!!!”
I forgot how much everyone wanted to be a rockstar until the 4 year old asked me for a list of rhymes so she could start writing songs for her future as a rockstar