Rose-isms

The other night, as she was supposed to be falling asleep in bed, we heard Rose yelling out from her bedroom...
R:  Mommy! Daddy!! Moooooommyyy!!!
S: Rose, it's bedtime! You need to go to sleep now!
R: But the toots are knocking at my butt!!
(a pretty unique description of needing to go potty!)



Yesterday I was trying to explain to Rose some of the different options she could have for work when she grows up...
S: Ms. Angie is a stylist, which means that she cuts people's hair for her job.  What do you think you want to be when you grow up?
R: Ummmm.....
S: You could be a teacher like daddy, or a psychologist like me, or a hair stylist like Ms. Angie, or a doctor like Dr. Lind-Ayres, or...
R: My want to be a psychologist!
S:  Great! Do you know what a psychologist does all day?
R: Yep.
S: What do they do all day?
R: My don't know.
S: A psychologist talks to people and helps them feel better if they are sad.
R: And you give them kisses?
S: Uh, no, I don't give people kisses at work.
R: Then you give them hugs?
S: No, I don't give them hugs either. I just talk to them.
R: Oh.  (clearly disillusioned with the job of a psychologist and now considering alternative career paths...)




Last night I was reading her stories before bedtime...
R: You wake me up in the morning?
S: I usually come in and give you a kiss every morning before I leave for work.
R: (long pause)
S: Is that okay if I give you a kiss in the morning?
R: My want the door closed and the lights off.
S: You don't want me to give you a kiss in the morning?
R:  No kisses. Door closed and lights off and curtains closed.
S: You just want to sleep and not see me in the morning? Then I won't see you until after work tomorrow.
R: Curtains closed and lights off and door closed.
S: Okay....
(At least she's learning to love sleep, I suppose, even if it does break my heart that she doesn't want me to say goodbye to her in the morning!)

This is how she wanted to dress when we had a heat advisory last Sunday.