I like how kids aren't afraid to say anything. Alex makes up words all the time when she doesn't know the real word or she doesn't realize there's a word for it.
Last night at Golfsmith, we were playing in the tennis cage, and she said, "Let's play 'throw ball.'" I told her it's called catch. :) It was so cute that I didn't want to correct her, but I did. She's gotta learn. Not telling her isn't going to keep her little and cute any longer, so what's the use?
Sometimes she helps me take stuff out of the washing machine -- she'll ask, "Can I put it in the drying machine?"
And the other day, she was complaining about me kissing her on the cheek. She somehow compared it to Daddy's "frizzles." Gerald and I were clueless, then I laughed when I realized she meant whiskers. Frizzles is not a bad description, though.
7/10/09: A conversation with my friend Molly today reminded me of this: Alex used to call chopsticks pork chops. Made for some interesting conversations. After I figured it out, it was funny to listen to that same conversation between Alex and Gerald.
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