While eating pasta & tomato sauce at my mother's house I was a little concerned because Lexi was being a bit more careless than usual. I was afraid with each bite that the saucy noodle would fall on the rug or, worse, the upholstered chair she was sitting on. I said, "You're stressing me out, Lexi." To which she responded, "I know, Mama. Just calm down. Calm down."
While sitting on a VERY crowded bus, the young man next to us flashed Lexi a big grin. She turned to me and said, "He has a smile."
Lexi removed her gloves and took a look at her nails and then commented, "My nails are getting scratchy."
L: "Gla gla. Klo klo."
Me: "What does that mean?"
L: "It's Spanish."
(I guess she thinks Spanish just sounds like a lot of gibberish?)
"My heel is hurting because I ate too much dinner last morning."
--"How old are you?"
--"3! I'm a sunbeam!"
"Laura moved to Florida? But she's my aunt! She belongs to me!"
A conversation with Dad about a character on the Curious George PBS show:
L: "That's Compass."
Dad: "What's a compass?"
L: "Compass is a bird. He's a homing pigeon."
(we were floored when we heard her say *homing pigeon*)
After Lexi had calmed down from a fit of crying:
"I have another tear coming out."