Funny M

M has had several funnies the past few days that I wanted to share.

Yesterday I was getting her ready for dance class.  We had her required attire already on her and I was doing her hair. 

 

She said, "Mommy, I want my hair in a pony tail."

  

I said, "We have to put it in a bun because that is what ballerinas are required to do with their hair.  After class we can take out the bun and then you can wear it in a pony tail."

This, of course, is a  synopsis of the conversation that included a lot of back and forth and M slowly building up to a melt down.  

Finally I say, "We put your hair in a bun every dance class.  Why are you freaking out about it today?"

I swear, in all honesty, as the tears started flowing, this is what she said: 

 "Because I don't want anyone to call me a hotdog."

I looked at her confused, like she had bubbles coming out of her ears or something, trying desperately to understand why anyone would call her a hotdog at ballet class.

As she cried on with the tears flowing and mumbling about buns and hotdogs it hit me.  She associates the word bun with bread that you wrap around a hotdog.

I almost peed my pants laughing!  Then she stopped crying and started laughing because I was laughing so hard.  She was fine once I convinced her that a bun in your hair is different than a bun for a hotdog.  She was happy to know that no one would be calling her a hotdog.

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At AB's birthday party on Sunday we did not bring our gift.  There was more that we were going to buy and we decided to bring it to her on her actual birthday which is today.  The kids knew we didn't bring a gift.  I told AB and her mom and dad that we would get her gift to her this week and they were fine with it.

Well, after AB had opened her gifts, M came up to us crying her eyes out.  She was upset because AB had not opened a gift from her.  I reminded her that we didn't bring the gift that we would give it to her at her house this week.  Then, since the party was winding down, I told her to go and get a goody bag hoping it would make her feel better.  She started crying again telling me that "you have to bring a gift in order to get a goody bag!"  We assured her that that wasn't the case and she finally calmed down. 

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We are moving M to a booster seat and she and I saw one at Target that is so her:  pink and girly.  We have been talking about it for a few days and we went today to pick one up.  She was so excited!  As we went down the aisle and pulled up next to where it was located on the shelf, she gasped, hand to chest and said, "Oh--my--God!  There it is!  I LOVE it!"  So amazed and enthralled by this car seat!  Soon afterward her hand came to her mouth as she said, "It is beautiful."  I thought she was going to cry from the beauty she saw in this car seat.  SO funny.  So cute.  I wish I had a video camera so you all could see her reaction to it.

Funny stuff.