happy things

"mommy, why do you run? why don't you want to be chubby?"

"when i get big, i'm going to drive a car, and a plane, and a rocket ship, and a fire engine, and a helicopter, and a gyrocopter."
pause.
"mommy, who will design the gyrocopter? do you design gyrocopters?"

"when i get big, can i have my own logo?"

"oh, i remember. i forgot that i don't know how to get to mima's house and that's why i don't know where she is. do you know where she is? would she let me have ice cream before bedtime?"

"i want pita, and hummus, and orange juice, and ice cream, and nachos."

"where does the sun go night-night to?"

"is heaven really really really really really far away, or is it just a little far away?"

"daddy, you're not very good at using your inside voice."

"i know what that rainbow means! the mcdonald's sign looks like a rainbow, and that means mcdonald's is healthy. you were wrong, mommy. so can i have mcdonald's?"

"i'm scared of the bedroom, mommy."

"i love you very much. now can i be out of timeout?"

"when i have my own puppy, can we paint him red and name him Clifford? and can we love him lots and lots so he gets really really big?"

"when i get big, will i like coffee, and beer?"