"Annika, are you poopy or just wet?"
"I'm not poopy. I'm just fine."
Annika, sitting on the couch without a diaper because she'd gone several times in the potty and I was giving her a few minutes to come back:
"Annika, do you want to go back to the potty or should we put on a diaper?"
"No, I have my hand." She showed me that she had her hand either close or on her bum. She didn't explain the dynamics of how this would work, but she seemed pretty confidant that she had everything under control.
I was trying to take a nap and told her that she could stay in my bed and be quiet or she could go in her room and play quietly.
Whispering, "I'll go play. Sweet dreams, mom."
Munching on whatever or sucking on a candy cane: "Deee-wicious!!!"
Deciding on what song I should sing to her before she sleeps: "Uhhhhhh, shirt song." "No, Annika's shirt song." "Good job, mom."
"Uhhhhh, curly hair song." "No, mommy's curly hair song." "Sanks, mom."
"I need a bath. My bum hurts." (When she used to get diaper rash really bad, we'd give her a baking powder bath. If she wants a bath at all, she'll say, "My bum hurts.")
"Annika, Dawson can't come over, he is feeling sick."
"Dawson's sick. His bum hurts."
"No, Annika, not right now, I don't feel well."
"Mommy, you're sick. Your bum hurts."
etc.
"I want it be Christmas again."
"I miss Christmas. You miss Christmas too."
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The hand comment is great. Apparently, when someone is sick it mean's their bum hurts. I'll have to remember that.
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