Woodstock-isms

Note: Special thanks to Bruce who had an answer to yesterday's "stump the teacher" question. This is why having friends who are smarter than you always pays off.

Woodstock has been at her inspiring-the-parentals-to-giggle finest lately.

As we were leaving this morning for work (Himself was still home, trying to get an emergency dental appointment):
I call out "good bye" as we go to leave the house. Himself says, "Bye!" I tell Woodstock to tell daddy bye bye. She waves and calls out, "Bye bye pumpkin!"

I could hardly see straight through my laughter as we left the house. Woodstock, realizing she had done something wonderful, continued to call out, "Bye pumpkin" all the way to the car. (For the record, I have never called Himself pumpkin).

Upon acquiring a doll stroller:
I bought Woodstock a doll stroller on Friday. She immediately set out to drive it into every wall, piece of furniture and immobile object in the '70s Palace under Himself's supervision while I made dinner. After dinner, I took her downstairs to get ready for bed. She started asking for the "vroom vroom." Puzzled, I looked at Himself for interpretation. He said, "I think she means the stroller."

I put her down. Sure enough, she bolted for the stroller and began pushing it, all the while making vehicular "vroom vroom" noises while driving it. It continued all weekend. Apparently, this doll stroller is motorized, but is only capable of being heard by small toddler ears.

On coloring:
Woodstock has a new-found obsession: coloring. On everything. With everything. Fortunately, she has yet to learn how to take the lids off of pens. On Saturday, she was coloring with her crayons. At one point, she tired of coloring and decided just to transport the crayons from one place to another. Of course, she had to try to take all 64 crayons at once. Of course, they don't all fit in an adult's hands, let alone a toddlers. And, of course, this was completely unacceptable in Woodstock's eyes.

As I watched her try to solve the problem, she became aggravated, and kept saying, "No. Mine. My crayons. Mine." Apparently upset that the crayons were not following her directions and reminding them just who was in charge.

Somehow, I don't doubt her place as the alpha female in her world.