It’s been ages since I’ve posted one of these. And seriously, I’m furious with myself for not keeping record of the ridiculously awesome things this kid says every. single. day. Problem is, I mostly think my memory is better than it is. So she’ll say something that has me in stitches and I assume there is no way I could forget it. And then I do.
Jaia: Mama, will you be my prince?
Mama: Do you mean princess?
Jaia: No, I need a prince, not a princess.
Mama: Well, I’m a girl, so I can’t be a prince. What about asking Wes if he’ll be your prince?
Jaia: Nah, he’s too short.