Conversation in the car:
Juliette: "I want to marry daddy."
Me, chuckling: "Oh, I don’t think you can marry daddy – he’s already married to me."
Juliette: "Mommy, I want to marry daddy at Walmart."
Naomi, laughing uproariously: "Oh, ha, ha, ha, no, no no."
Juliette: "Mommy, I will go to Walmart tomorrow and marry daddy."
Naomi: "No, ha, ha."
Juliette: "Yes, I will (sounds like wiw), I will marry daddy.
Naomi, still laughing uproariously: "No, you can’t!"
Juliette, with a grumpy look on her face, after pondering this for a moment: "Mommy, Naomi mean!"
Later at dinner
Juliette: "Daddy, I want to marry you."
Daddy, with a very amused smile: "Oh honey, I can’t marry you."
Juliette: "Yup, you can (sounds like tan). I wanna have go and marry you."
Daddy: "You’re my little girl so I can’t marry you, but I can love you lots and lots."
Juliette whimpers and sniffles rather pathetically . . .
Today in the store we had a bit of a crisis. I saw Naomi briefly stick her finger up her nose, so I told her to take it out and not pick her nose. She started crying and insisted she had to because something was in her nose. I said we would take care of it in the car, but she remained quite distressed. I unfortunately forgot about it in the car, and she didn’t mention it again till we were at home. She was very upset and said there was a shoe in her nose. Not being good at thinking outside the box, I thought for a minute, then asked if her sister had kicked her nose (shoe?). She said no. I asked if she needed a kiss or a tissue, and she asked for a kissue. Assuming she meant a tissue, I brought her one, and she blew enthusiastically. And out popped the last thing I expected, but exactly what she had been trying to tell me: a princess doll’s shoe! Perhaps the trauma will convince her not to do that one again.