On how she felt exiting the YMCA with wet hair in her pajamas last night:
MADELEINE: Mommy? I'm the kind of "a little" that's on the verge of FALLING DOWN into the MIDDLE. That's the level of chilliness I was at outside.
On the ideal chin positioning:
MADELEINE: Mommy? Would you rather have a DOWNY chin, or a...a...a...very UPPY and LUMPY chin?
ME: A downy chin.
MADELEINE: Me too! I don't like uppy, lumpy chins. That's the kind of chin on the "cha-cha-chin" card at school.
ME: Oh, like on a phonics card?
MADELEINE: Yeah.
ME: What is the chin like? Can you describe it to me?
MADELEINE: Well, he's a guy, he's facing to the side, he's tilting his head UP, he's smiling, he looks like a NICE GUY, and his chin is long and LUMPY.
Well, at least he seems like a nice guy, despite his chin being a huge turn-off.
On why she kept spilling her milk every time she took a sip:
ME: What happened? Why does your milk keep spilling?
MADELEINE: It just keeps FLOWING down my cheek. When I feel it on my cheek, I stop drinking IMMEDIATELY.
ME: But why is it spilling in the first place?
MADELEINE: I dunno. Maybe the shape of the cup?
I mean, the cup is a little bit warped, but it's still basically the normal shape of a cup. How the milk is winding up on her cheek is beyond me, but I guess, despite her stopping drinking IMMEDIATELY, it just keeps flowing down.
Maybe the guy with the uppy lumpy chin doesn't like flowy, milky cheeks. Then he and Madeleine can be even.
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