Kids say the funniest things. K is full of surprises. This will be familiar to those of you who are Facebook friends, but it is too funny to not mention here, where it can be saved for all posterity. (Does that even make sense? I don’t feel like looking it up to make sure…)

We have this kitten who is very playful and doesn’t quite get that her claws are poky and sharp. K gets frustrated with Rainbow (the kitten) because she frequently gets hurt by her. So the other morning K came and told me that Rainbow is mean because she scratched her. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Rainbow is still little and she is learning to be nice.
K: No she isn’t. She is big.
Me: She is bigger, but she is still little. Kinda like you: you are getting bigger but you are still little.
K: (sarcastically, with head shake and eye roll, and tone of disgusted disbelief). “Really. I am a baby cat? Really?” **If only you could have seen her and heard her tone. She was soooo exasperated that I would even suggest such a thing. Which, for the record, I didn’t. She drew that parallel herself and drew a conclusion from it. Smart as a whip she is!

Sunday morning we were walking to church and she told me she didn’t feel good. I asked where she didn’t feel good and she said: “My stomach hurts. It is going to throw a rock at me.” Ummmm….okay? (I think she maybe felt like she would throw up? Thankfully, that feeling passed.)

About a week ago, a short conversation went something like this:
K: “Who is coming over tonight?”
Matt: “No one.”
K: “But then why is our house so clean?!”
Ummm….yeah. That says a bit more about me than I’d like to admit….

And earlier this week:
Me: “What did you do at school today?
K: “I made pizza. All by myself. I didn’t need Miss Lisa’s help.”
Me: “Wow. What kind of pizza?”
K: “Macaroni.”
Me: “Do you mean pepperoni?”
K: (adamantly). “No. Macaroni.”
Me: “What did the macaroni look like?”
K: “Like this.” (She made a circle with her fingers.) “It was red.”