Monday morning in St. Louis, as we headed down to breakfast in the hotel, Ivie spotted a room service tray sitting outside one of the other rooms. Seemingly disturbed by this, she said,
"Ooooooooh, Mooooooommy, somebody dropped their foooooooooood!"
Ivie's name for one of my (and her!) favorite types of candy?
"Pike and Ikes"
Yesterday, at school pick-up time, a cute little friend of Ivie's, named Jackson (who is a few months older and has moved up to the 4-year-old class in advance of Ivie), looked through the open car door as Ivie was getting situated into her car seat. Here's the conversation that followed:
Ivie: Jaaaaaackson!!!!! Bye, Buddy!!!
Jackson (as he walked away): Bye, Sweetie!!!
Me (trying to control my giggling): Ivie, is Jackson your boyfriend?
Ivie: Yes, he's my boyfriend. Jackson says he's going to marry me someday.
When I told this to Dale last night, he asked, "At what point does this story get funny?".
The teenage years are going to be interesting ones...