Fertilizer

Today we went to story time at the library.  When we got out of the car the smell of the farms (manure) was in the air.

Kyla:  I smell like something.  (That's what she says when she smells something.)  It smell yucky.
Me:  I think that is the fertilizer.  (followed by a brief explanation)
Kyla:  Why dat turd-ilizer?
Me:  No, honey.  It's FERT-ilizer.
Kyla:  Fart-ilizer?

Well, she makes a good point.

  

Magic

Kyla told me she was going to turn me into a Fairy Godmother.  So, she gave a little wave of her wand and said the magic words: "Abra-ca-boos, ca-boody-ya!"

I don't feel any different.  However, I do have a hard time not giving her everything she asks for...

  

Married

Kyla loved going to Auntie Kristin's wedding last month and getting dressed up in her pretty, white flower girl dress.  She often looks at a picture of Jedd and me and asks questions about it.  She loves a good wedding, complete with pretty dresses, flowers and dancing.

Today she said, "I love Daddy.  And you, too.  So I want you get married again."

I think she just wants to go to another wedding.

  

How...

Kyla's newest query:  How you make dat?

Just a few of the things she has asked about:

• Jam
• Store bought Mexican cookies with pink & white coconut covered mini marshmallows
• Nectarines
• Lasagna
• Ice cream

When she asked about the nectarines, I told her you don't really make nectarines, you grow them.
Kyla:  But HOW you make them?
Me:  Well, you plant a seed and water the plant and when the fruit grows...
Kyla:  Nooo!  How you MAKE da nectarine?
Me:  (uhhhh...)

I'm starting to miss the "why?" questions.

 

Gender Confusion

Kyla is starting to point out differences between boys and girls.  For example, she tells me that boys don't wear jewelry or make-up or dresses.  I have tried to explain, with minimal explanation, that some boys DO actually like to wear earrings or rings or bracelets or make-up, etc. and that some girls actually do not like to wear them.

The other day at Kohl's, she was explaining that boys don't wear jewelry.  Then, as chance would have it, our male checker was wearing diamond stud earrings.

Kyla, loudly( toddlers have 2 volumes, loud and LOUDER):  Why he wearing earrings?
Me:  I guess he likes them.  Do you like them?
Kyla:  Oh, yah.
Me:  Why don't you tell him you like them?
Kyla:  Hey.  Hey.  I love your earrings!
Checker (smiling, perhaps embarrassed):  Thanks.


Then this weekend at the airshow, at lunch we sat across from a nice man who struck up a conversation with us.  He and Jedd started talking about their airplanes.  Kyla tried to interrupt and for some reason I can't explain, I knew she was going to ask an inappropriate question.

Kyla:  Hey.  Is you a...
 - (Mom sense:  red alert!  red alert!) -

Me:  Kyla you need to wait until Daddy is done talking.  What do you need?
Kyla:  Is her a...
Me (quietly):  That is a man.
Kyla (pausing to figure out how to proceed):  Why she a man?

 

Who's Who

Kyla is all about identifying family members.  When she is eating, she will point out the different sizes of food and say that one is the mommy and one is the daddy and point out the babies.  She will hold up a blueberry and say, in her 'this is so precious voice,' something like, "Oh, look at da little baby one!"  And continue with each and every berry, declaring it a baby, sister, "brudder," mommy or daddy.

The other day Kyla, Maxx and I were playing tea party.

Kyla:  Okay, I da mommy and Maxx is da daddy.
Me:  Can Maxx be the mommy?
Kyla:  No.
Me:  Why not?
Kyla:  Cause, girls are mommies and boys are daddies.
(Oh, right!  Of course...)

And today while we were reading books, out of the blue, she said, "Hey, mommies are mommies and daddies are daddies.  And Kylas is Kyla.  And Tyler is... (pause to think) my cousin!"

 

Baby

Kyla came downstairs the other morning with her Care Bear stuffed under her dress.  I calmly asked what was going on.

Kyla:  Mommy, I want you to have a baby in your belly.
Me:  I already had 2 babies in my belly, you and Maxx.
Kyla:  But I want you to have another baby.
Me:  We have a baby, baby Maxx.
Kyla:  Nooooo.  I want you to have a baby girl.

Then yesterday, she told me she was a doctor and would tell me what to do.  A lot of times this involves a series of physical activities; hop up and down, spin like a ballerina, march in a circle, etc.  This time she pulled out her picture book, filled with pictures of family and friends.  I put it together when I was pregnant with Maxx and trying to teach her everyone's names.  The first picture is an ultrasound of Maxx.

Kyla:  Okay, I da doctor.  I tell you what you need to do.  (She flips open her book to the first picture.)  Okay.  First you need to have a baby in your belly.

I didn't hear anything after that...