My Little Actress

Since the temperatures are already in the nineties, we usually wait until LATE in the day to go outside..like after dinner. Tonight, the girls and I were outside. They were playing in the front yard while I watched from the porch swing. Elizabeth had picked up a paint brush that Mike left out and was pretending to paint the fence. When she came back up on the porch I asked her where the paintbrush was. This was our conversation:
Elizabeth: "Mom, did you see the good job I did on the fence?"
Me: "Yes, baby. Now where did you put the paintbrush?"
Elizabeth: "It's over there on the gate."
Me: "Well you need to put it back on the bucket where you found it."
Elizabeth: "Welll.. Robert, my prince, doesn't want me to."
Me: "Well, I'm your mother, and you must do what I tell you."
Elizabeth: "Oh, no, mom. I have to listen to what my prince wants me to do."

Oh no.. I think we're in trouble!!

This was the next conversation as she was picking leaves off a nearby bush (much like a young girl would pick the petals off of a flower while saying 'he loves me, he loves me not'. However, this was Elizabeth's version:

"Good hair day. Bad hair day. Good hair day. Bad hair day. GOOD HAIR DAY! Yay..I LOVE good hair days!"

HaHa! WHERE does she come up with this stuff? And what would a THREE year old know about a good hair day?? And I know she's never heard those words from ME, considering that my hair is in a ponytail most days!!