I remember praying this girl would talk....
Ellie: What's dramatic?
Me: Did you ask what's dramatic?
Ellie: CAROLINE is dramatic!
Before her flu shot:
Nurse: So she'll sit in your lap.
Me: She's fine solo.
Nurse: How old is she?
Me: Four and a half and braver than you'd expect.
Nurse: Okay.... gives shot.
After getting her flu shot with no tears, no whining, and watching the whole thing.
Me: I told you she's tough.
Nurse: She didn't cry.
Me: She watches blood draws.
Me: You were very brave.
Ellie: I'm not brave.
Me: Brave means you are tough. Did you cry?
Me: Did you get scared?
Ellie: I'm not scared. I got a STICKER! (BandAid)
Me: Ellie, ya know, I used to go to the bathroom alone.
Ellie: NO! That would be sad. You would cry.
In the car:
Ellie: Bass bass!
Ellie: Bass bass NO TREBLE!
After I cleaned up an incident with Caroline:
Ellie: Caroline, do NOT poop on anyone. That would be gross.
(Stockings arrived when Ellie was at school.)
Me: Ellie, what do you notice?
Me: They're your new stockings for Santa to fill.
Ellie gets a look of terror.
Ellie: I can't go on the red! (Hearth area)
Me: Daddy or I can hand you your stocking.
Ellie: I can't go on the red. Santa can't go on the red.
Me: Santa is a grown up. He can go on the red.
After I got home from a photo shoot with Jessica, who Ellie adores.
Ellie: Mommy went with Jessica. Just you.
Me: Yep. But Jessica is babysitting you soon. Just you. Not Caroline. Aren't you lucky?
Ellie: I'm not yucky, you're yucky.