Farrah has an awesome sense of humor. Lately, her "thing" is to blame Toby on her farts. I have no idea where she got this since we haven't had him that long, but the way in which she pulls this off is quite amusing: Pffffft "That wasn't me, Mom. Serious. It was Toby. Toby farted." "Are you sure that wasn't you Farrah? Toby is upstairs asleep. How could that have been him?" "I don't know Mom, but I know it wasn't me. It was Toby."
She tells this little lie so convincingly. Great.
Things aren't "humungous" they're "REmungous".
She's picked up on the word we now use around the house, "donzo". We heard it on a TV show and we thought it was hilarious and so we've used it for the past two weeks. Today, Farrah looked at my dinner plate and said, "Mom, look at your plate! You're almost donzo!" So proud of her.
There are, of course, so many more and I'll post them as I think of them. It's just a lil' late and I've got to get some sleep. My little girl graduates from preschool tomorrow and I can't believe it. The next post will be a sappy one...