Apparently A has an imaginary friend. She talks about Wally all the time. I don't know where Wally came from, she's never seen the Disney movie Wall-E. It started with her talking to Wally on the phone. The other day I was getting her dressed and she told me Wally was hiding in her room. He's not around a lot but enough that I guess he's her new friend.
K asked me the other day when she was going to be 39. I told her in 35 years. She spent the next 5 minutes of the car ride lamenting the fact that she wasn't 39 or 49. No reason, just because she likes the way it sounds.
D and I were talking about death the other day. I asked him if we needed to be afraid of dying. His response, "Uhhhh, not until we're 35." Fail.
The sweetest one in the house is A. Her new favorite term of endearment for everyone? Poopyhead.
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