Me: “Tazie, what would you do if you saw a coyote in the yard?” (since we had just seen one that morning!)
Tazie, unfazed: “Jimmy would shoot it with his baby gun.”
(She meant BB gun)
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Tazie doesn’t like it when I sing, dance or clap while she’s listening to music. But apparently she needs an even greater level of compliance from me during music listening, because she turned to me when her favorite song was playing and said, “Mama, please don’t blink.”
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I was in a department store at the mall and I had tasked Danny with keeping an eye on Tazie while I picked out a gift for someone. A few minutes later, I turned around and saw her standing on a platform between all the mannequins in the shop window while Danny stood by helplessly. I hurried over to pull her out of there and started scolding her. But she said, “It’s OK, Danny was watching me!”
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Susie: “I’m outstanding.”
Tazie: “No, you’re not standing. You’re sitting!”
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I’ve been cracking down on Tazie’s tendency to repeat rude words that her siblings use (that they aren’t supposed to use, either!). One morning, I heard her softly mutter “Jerk” under her breath, and when she saw my glare, she quickly reassured me, “I’m not saying you’re a jerk, mama, I’m saying you AREN’T a jerk. You’re a pretty, pretty mama.”
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