Calli-isms

On Getting Old

Calli: Mom, sometimes people get older and sometimes they get younger.

Me: No, people always get older. That's the way life works.

Calli: Mommy, I don't want you to get old! I want you to stay just the way you are.

M: I would like that too, but unfortunately I will get older.

C: Like trash that we throw away because it is old?

Yes Calli, like trash that we throw away. I am so glad you have such a way with words. Thanks for comparing your mom to garbage.

On Staying Little

Calli: I don't want baby boy to get big! I want him to stay little forever.

Me: I wish we could keep him little forever but someday he will probably be bigger than all of us!

Calli: Let's shrink him.

M: I don't think it works that way.

C: Yes it does Mom.

*runs over to bookshelf and grabs her thickest book, which she balances on her head*

C: We'll get a big book and smash him so he shrinks.

M: We're not going to be smashing baby brother

C: No, not now! When he gets bigger someday.

Oh, silly me. It would be mean to smash him now, better to wait when he's a little bigger, then it's acceptable.