My daughter is five. She's a never-ending source of entertainment.
Chloe: Mom I can't find my marble bag!
Me, suppressing laughter: Are you telling me you lost your marbles?
Her, indignantly: Yes! What's so funny?
Chloe was being so quiet. I was happy for about five minutes until I remembered that quiet kids are usually kids that are up to no good. I found my daughter in her bathroom with purple marker all over her face. I asked her what the heck she thought she was doing and she replied, "I'm making myself look like a tiger!" /sigh
Chloe ran into the room and said, "Hey! You know what I've got for you?" Then stuck out her tongue and raspberried her heart out before running out of the room, giggling her bum off.
An employee at the tire place let an expletive fly in front of Chloe and she piped up and loudly declared, "I heard a bad word!" This seemed to have shamed the guy into apologizing to her, even though I waved it off and told him she's heard worse and not to feel badly for letting one slip. He offered us a tour of the facility and Chloe was ecstatic. She got to see how everything was done, covered her ears when they removed a tire with the "loud gun" and got to see them raise the van up "sooooooo high" and got to yell at everyone to "get back to work" over the PA system, which cracked them all up. He even rolled out a huge tractor tire for her to get into, just to see how big it really was compared to our van tires. She was thrilled. Her favorite show in the world is "How it's Made" so this made her day.
Chloe was playing on my bedroom floor and randomly said, "I miss Derek."
Me: Do you even remember who he is?
Her: Yea. He's the guy with really nice hair who played swords with me and put a pretend band-aid on me when he pretend cut me with his sword. And he has a dog.
Me: What would you do if he came over today?
Her: I'd tell him to bring bad guys with his bad-guy-makin' power so we can play swords on the same team. But I get lightning power. Derek can have the 100 defeater power.
Chloe: "Mom! How long would a string be if it touched every planet? What if a pen could touch everything! How much ink is in this pen? What happens if Orbeez were planets? Could the man live on an Orbee planet? How do you spell Doggy? I spell it D-O-G-E. Is that right?"
Me: "Very long. Then it could touch everything. Just enough. The people would be verrrrry tiny. A very tiny man. Doggy. It sounds like it should be right but no, English is mean."
One morning Damon was pretending to be a zombie, walking stiltedly and crying, "BRAINS!" He bit me on the shoulder and I turned into a zombie and we both began to shuffle towards a giggling Chloe. I "bit" her and whispered, "Ok... now you're a zombie too. If you get bit by a zombie, you turn into a zombie. Zombies like brains." She looks up at us and asks very politely, "Can I have some brains please?" I said, "No! Zombies don't ask for brains nicely! They DEMAND their brains!" To which she responded, "I'm a lady zombie." And primly shuffled out of the room asking for brains Oliver style. (Please sir! Can I have more brains?)
Chloe was chatting away to me while I was fixing her lunch today. In the middle of our conversation I started responding to her with whistles, tweets, honks and hoots. She looked at me incredulously and asked, "Mom? Are you broken?"
Chloe's favorite song, sung while I clean out the litterbox, to the tune of "Are you sleeping?": I hate cat poop. I hate cat poop. Yes I do! Yes I do! Stinky stinky cat poop. Stinky stinky cat poop. Eww eww eww. Eww eww eww.
When Chloe was three, my husband was getting ready for work one morning and she pointed to her butt and said, "I have a little butt." She then pointed to his butt and said, "Papa has a big butt." He told me to cork it after I couldn't keep my giggles in any longer. She was very proud of her observation.