- I don't like it. I want to throw up in my tummy.
- I can't (finish his food) because I eat too much and my feelings will get hurt.
We were walking to the park, and I was pointing out all the new life growing around us.
-See those bushes. They're blooming!
-Where? Where are they blue?
Here's a longer story, but still amusing. It begins at bedtime, I'm putting him to bed and he overhears Matt talking on Skype in the other room about Notre Dame.
-Is Daddy talking about Notre Dame?(Out of curiosity, I just couldn't resist; no, no #3 on the way), Dominic, do you want Mommy and Daddy to have a new baby?
-What's he saying?
-He's talking about how we're going to go to Notre Dame to stay with Uncle Stephen and Aunt Sarah and Michael. Would you like that?
-Yeah. I would. I love them.
-And we will see Uncle Eli, Aunt Kathryn, Stephen, Eliana, Abigail, and the new baby very often.
-The new baby! I love the new baby!
-Do you love babies, Dominic?
-Yeah. I do! (actually he got kind of excited here)
-But isn't Cate still a baby?
-(thinks for a minute) No.
...She's a kid.
Next story. Cate was wearing a green bow to match her cute green skirt.
-I don't want her to wear that bow. Take it off.
-Why Dominic? It's really nice.
-No. I want her to wear the PINK one!
Yet another story. It was dinner time. We were having some sort of pasta with vegetables and no salad.
-Mommy. Can I have some salad? (At my slight resistance, he looked so very pathetic...) Please?Well...I hadn't been planning on making salad but who can resist a 3 year-old's pleas for salad? Wouldn't that make me bad mother extraordinaire?!
-And can it have carrots? and tomatoes? (more pathetic-ness) Please?As you can imagine, he got his salad.