...because the drive home from daycare is when she really gets to talking about her day, and it is utterly adorable. Once home, however, all prior knowledge of her day seems to go out the window, and when pressed for information, you receive a glossy-eyed stare with something bland in response, like "I took a nap". Wow.
So. Yesterday. On my way to pick up Zoey, I was talking to my sister Abby, but not before her pesky husband Tom got on the phone and suggested I "get off my duff and post something on my blog already". Thanks, Tom. This post is for you!
I noticed as Zoey was climbing in to her car seat that she had funny purple stains on her legs. I asked her about them on the way home.
Me: Zoey, what's all over your legs?
Zoey: Popsicle! Ms. Year-wa give me one, and she screamed! At Yay-ya (Layla), she took it in the gwabage fwo me! But she was just being nice fwo me. (Apparently Layla threw away part of Zoey's popsicle in an effort to be helpful, but dear Ms. Lira--of Panda classroom fame--thought she was being naughty and yelled at her to stop. Or something like that.)
Me: What kind of popsicle? Grape?
Zoey. No. Bwown.
Me: Mmmm. Did it taste like root beer?
Zoey: Yes! Wait! No! It was bwown, yike a moose!
Me: Ah. Yes. Mooses (is this the correct plural term for a moose?) are brown. But what did it taste like?
*Pause*
Zoey: (Impatiently) MOOSE, Mommy!!
Moose popsicles. Mmmm. Tasty.
4 comments:
Mmm.....frozen moose pops! :)
I've started turning off the radio to and from daycare, and we talk about all sorts of things. :)
Mmm. Moose. My favorite is frog, ya know, the green ones... ;)
It seems as though when we were kids, venison popsicles were more popular but nowadays children prefer the big game in their frozen treats
at first i was like "haw! this is funny because there isn't such a thing as moose popsicles!" ...then i realized that alaskans probably DO have such a thing. they probably taste like swamp.
this is great. :)
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