Charlotte was wearing a somewhat androgynous outfit (plain white shirt, jeans w/ fur trim). Jeffrey peered at her, looked a little closer, and then looked at me and said, "Oh. So Charlotte turned out to be a boy!?"
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(In the car--Charlotte is eating raisins.)
Arabelle: Baby, can I have a raisin?
(Charlotte hands her a raisin.)
Arabelle: Marvelous!
Arabelle: Baby, can I have a raisin?
(Charlotte hands her a raisin.)
Arabelle: Marvelous!
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(At home, Charlotte and Arabelle are coloring.)
Suddenly Arabelle shrieks and then yells angrily, "Baby!!! You ruined my avatar!"
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(At dinner).
Arabelle: Can I have the custard?
John: Do you mean the mustard? This is mustard.
Arabelle, with an air of superiority: I call it custard.
John: Why?
Arabelle: Can I have the custard?
John: Do you mean the mustard? This is mustard.
Arabelle, with an air of superiority: I call it custard.
John: Why?
Arabelle: Because I'm a girl.
More Recently:
Uncle Phil spent the night and changed his contacts on Arabelle's little toy table, spilling a little of the solution. When Uncle Phil woke up, Arabelle immediately ran up to him, saying in an accusatory voice, "I discovered the water that you left on my table..." (funny mainly to hear a 3-year-old use the word "discovered."
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Arabelle: Mommy, I need to speak to you.
Me: Okay (Arabelle makes me kneel down so she can whisper in my ear."
Arabelle: pshpshpsh (making whispering noises)/
Me: Oh, you better go tell your dad.
Arabelle: (whispering in her dad's ear)spspshpsh Then she adds in a creepy whisper, "Baby is an alien".
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Lately whenever we get ready to go anywhere, Arabelle likes to go through an elaborate ritual where she uses my make up brush to pretend to put blush on her cheeks, etc. The other day she came down the stairs w/ polka dot sunglasses on and a small purse over her shoulder. She said in the funniest little voice, "Mommy, do I look fabulous?"
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I was trying to get Arabelle to do the dance to the "Busted" song from Phineas and Ferb, so I tried doing the dance myself to get Arabelle to join in. As I was doing the move, swooping my arms to one side, Arabelle said, "No, Mommy, that's not how you do it. It's left and right." She demonstrated the correct dance move.
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first words out of arabelle's mouth this morning: "Mommy, I don't like the couscous."
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(For fun one night Phil and Danielle and John and I "over-painted" a thrift store painting--John and I added a scary clown emerging from a classic ocean landscape. Phil and Danielle added a spooky hand reaching for a boy fishing. Arabelle
came downstairs a few weeks ago and saw my painting again and said, in exasperation, "Oh
brother! i HATE that clown!" then she covered up the clown w/ Phil's hand painting, which evidently didn't bother her.
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