So much to say. I'll start with Miss Ari's latest statements before I forget them.
The other day she wanted to have a sugary cereal for her before bed snack. I'm not a fan of sugary cereals. Basically, we get her Cookie Crisp every now and then as a treat or as a "we're in a hurry, let's go" snack. Needless to say, she wasn't having sugary anything just before bed!
Me: You can have a glass of milk.
Ari: Daddy, she does not control my tummy.
Wait, what? She said what? Sorry, kid, actually, I do, to an extent!
Earlier today, Ari and her cousin, five, were playing.
Ari: Well, if you want, you can marry me.
Cousin: Nah, I'll marry the ball.
I love when they use words as if they know what they're talking about, but they have no clue what they're saying!
Last but not least! Daddy asked Ari and her cousin to clean up. They ran upstairs and, you guessed it, not much of anything got picked up. Daddy decided to grab the toys that weren't picked up and put them in the basement for a day.
Daddy: I picked up the toys. They'll be downstairs for a little while.
Ari: Ah, ok, I don't play with play dough anymore.
Daddy: Oh, then we can give the play dough set to another kid who will use it.
Ari: Or, we can sell it.
So, the idea that she would get the point and clean up tomorrow… Out the window! She didn't give a crap!
And, apparently, the entrepreneurial spirit is hereditary. Big freakin' sigh!!!