The Performer

Dear God

Violet mentioned she'd like to say a prayer the other night.
It went like this:

I love you
I love you
Thank you
I'm sorry
You look lovely
You smell like roses
I love you
Thank you
I'm sorry
I love you.

It's her collection of nice things to say all strung together. Amen!

lil'Thug

(the bruise on his nose is from a collision with a chair)

In other news:
A discussion in the car started after I made a reference to when we were a couple before kids.
Violet: But where was I?
Parents: There was no Violet yet.
Violet: But was I just some goo?
Parents: No, there was nothing that was Violet. Mama and Daddy hadn't made you yet.
Violet: But were was my body?
Parents: It's like there was a little bit of you in Mama and a little bit of you in Daddy, and we hadn't put you together yet.
Violet: So, like, there was one half of my body in Mama's tummy, and half in Daddy's?
Parents: Yes, like that.
Violet: What store did you go to buy my head?

Logic 101

After Jesse and I told Violet that there would be no dessert until she ate some of her dinner, she responded "I've eaten my dinner, I just haven't put it in my mouth and swallowed it yet".