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Hannah: "Hey Mommy...you know what my favorite kind of dinosaur is?"
Me: "No, what?"
Hannah: "A lion."
Me: "haha, well, a lion isn't a dinosaur sweetie."
Hannah: "Oh yeah? Well, you know what my favorite kind of dinosaur is?"
Me: "No, what is it?"
Hannah: "My favorite kind of dinosaur is a new kind of dinosaur and it's called a lion dinosaur."

Yeah, that's about right

"Hey Mama, watch this!"

Hannah proceeds to do some crazy baby pseudo break-dance move, then stands back up, beaming.

"Can you do that?"

"Nope, I'm afraid Mommy just can't do that honey, haha."

"Oh. Cause you're old?"

"Yup."

I've never felt so bad about a fly

Hannah just came into my office with her hands held out and a small dead housefly displayed:

Hannah: Mommy? This fly got a little bit hurt on his wings.
Me: Yes, he did. That's too bad, but I think maybe we should go put him in the trashcan.
Hannah: Oh...yeah. That's cause he got a little bit dead, huh?
Me: Yeah...that happens sometimes. Flies don't live very long like people do.

Hannah brings him out to the kitchen and pauses in front of the trashcan.

Hannah: Mommy? I don't think this fly wants to go in the trashcan. I think he wants to go to his home.
Me: Yeah...ok baby, let's put him outside.

I still think the moon follows me

On the ride home from a friend's house tonight:

"Mommy...why are the stars all driving with us?"

And that's the way we do it.

Me: Hannah, you're my favorite girl.
Hannah: I am!? You're my favorite girl too Mama.
Me: Yeah? Well I think you're the bees knees.
Hannah: hahaha, I am the bees knees, you're right! And I think YOU are the cat's pajamas!
Me: Oh yeah? Well, I think YOU are one coooool cat!
Hannah: Oh yeah!? You do!? Well I think YOUUUU are one coool BEE!

This just in: You needn't fear the sharks

Hannah and her Dad were playing a game in which his bed was a boat and there were sharks about. They were jumping up and down and protecting one another from the shark invasion. Her Dad got a little too into it for her tastes and was "panicking" a bit too much...yelling and whatnot. When he fell on to the bed, Hannah crawled over to him and put her hands on each of his cheeks and stared into his eyes:

"Daddy! Listen to my words! The. Sharks. Are. Friendly!"

At least she didn't slap him!

On growing up...

Me: Hey Hannah, I think these sneakers are getting a little small...we better put the bigger ones on now.
Hannah: Yeah! Those sneakers are for BABIES! I'm getting bigger and I'm going to be a big girl and be all grown up and have big feet and then I can chew gum!
Me: Gum? Yeah, I guess...
Hannah: Yup, and I'll be a big sister!
Me: You think so eh? You'll be a big sister? Would you like that?
Hannah: Yup! I'll have a little brother and sister...but I'll carry them around.
Me: You'll carry them around you think? Well, that can be pretty hard work.
Hannah: I'll take care of them Mama, I'll be careful.

:)