Julia:
Sitting on her bed as we got ready for bed on New Year's Eve, she was feeling a bit loopy. Touching her wrists and legs, she looked over at me and said, "Daddy, I can feel someone in my body!" I laughed and asked, "Really? Who is it?", fully expecting her to say "Julia." Instead she smiled sleepily and named her best friend. Lesson: the preschooler brain is a weird place.
Genevieve:
This afternoon, deep in the throes of the zillionth day of a runny nose and general yuckiness, she appealed for me to pick her up. I did, and walked through the kitchen on my way to some unimportant point B. As I did, she erupted with a screamed proto-word - "Na na na na na!" - and almost tipped out of my arms onto the floor. I held her and tried to figure out what she wanted: Mama? Water? To get down? This or that toy? She shook her head to everything. Finally, moving back to the kitchen, she pointed at the bananas and shrieked, "Nana! Nana!" Lesson: It's tough to be sick, possess low-gradae communication skills, and have an (occasional) dullard for a dad.