The Darndest Things

Jillian has entered the stage where she just says whatever comes to her mind. Here are a few gems from the past week.

-Shortly before we left Florida, Matt was walking with Jillian around the resort. They were approaching a man and a woman who were obviously a couple with a large age difference. Jillian pointed at the man and shouted, "Dat's her daddy!"

-Matt didn't shave last weekend, and when he leaned in to kiss Jillian good night, she reached up to touch his face and exclaimed, "Daddy your face is muddy!"

-When we read books at bedtime, Jillian has to have her entourage of bedding in the chair with us--this includes her lovey, mimi (knit blanket), and twilt (a quilt my grandma made her). Recently, she has decided she needs to hold 2 of her washcloths as well. I don't ask questions anymore. The quilt fell on the ground during the last story, and Matt put it back up in the chair on my lap before he left. This dialogue ensued...
J: "Dat's my twilt" (whining)
M: "Don't you want to share it with Mommy?"
J: "I'm sharing it with me!"

-Just last night, Matt went into the bathroom after he turned out the lights to leave Jilly and I to finish the last few minutes of our bedtime routine. Jillian has a keen sense of hearing, and she heard him go in, shut the door, and open a drawer to take his contacts out. She said, "What's dat noise?" before quickly answering herself with, "Oh, dat's just Daddy in the bafroom. He's takin' a nap in dare".