A list

Lizzy made a list of everything she wanted Mary to bring when she came over to babysit today:

This is gonna be good...

Lizzy, snapping her fingers and smiling while talking about today's wrestling meet: "This is gonna be good..."

Soree Soo

Lizzy and a couple of friends got in trouble at school yesterday.

I found out about this after she came home sick.

Her teacher emailed me to check on Lizzy, to tell me what had happened, and to share what the other girls did for punishment.

Since one of the punishments was writing notes to the custodian and saying they were sorry, I had Lizzy do the same today.

The custodian is a neighbor, so she took her note down to Sue's house and left it in the door.

She didn't ask for help spelling anything, but I couldn't help but giggle when I saw her finished product:

A little grey

Lizzy, zipping my zipper on my hoodie, but leaving a little of my grey undershirt showing: "There. Now you still see a little of the grey. Well, at least it's not in your hair."

I don't know sarcasm...

Me, after Lizzy didn't catch Jake's sarcasm: "Jake, she doesn't speak sarcasm."
Lizzy: "Hey.What grade am I in?"
Me: "Kindergarten?"
Lizzy: "Yeah, I only know what I know. And I don't know sarcasm."

"I really do"

Lizzy, as she snuggled into bed, half asleep: "You know, Mom, I really do love you."

Bless Me

Lizzy has a bad cold - she's been coughing, sneezing, and sniffing for the past couple of days.
After she sneezed last night, she exclaimed: "Bless me!"