After I picked up Presley from school on Thursday, all three of the following conversations took place on the way home, and I thought they were all gems:
The first one took place as I was walking Presley to the car:
Me: Hey Presley, I got you a surprise at home.
P1: What color is it?
Me: (laugh out loud) What color is it? You don't want to know what it is?
P1: Is it pink?
Me: No, it's red.
P1: Oh.......what is it?
Me: It's an easel.
P1: (flapping her arms like a bird) Easels flew to Texas. (plus more gibberish I couldn't fully understand)
Me: Presley, it's an easel, not an eagle.
The second one took place after she and I picked up the pizza for that night's dinner.
Me: Presley, here's a bread stick.
P1 (grabbing it): It's too hot daddy.
Me: No it's not.
P1: Yes it is.
Me: Fine, give it to me.
(After she gave it to me, I took two bites off of it)
P1: No daddy! ! ! ! Blow it off! ! Don't bite it off! !
(She wanted me to blow on it to cool it off and give it back to her.)
Finally, after I unloaded her from the car and we were in the garage.
P1: Mommy's car is dark black.
Me: Dark black? I didn't know dark black was a color.
P1: Yes, and your car is light black.
Me: Presley, both of our cars are black.
P1: Your car is light black.
Me: Presley, my car is dirty. Mommy just got her car washed. That is why it is so clean and new looking.
P1: Daddy, your car is old.
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