Autumn and the Easter Eggs

She tells it like it is.

I asked Autumn where she thought Easter eggs came from.

"Well, it's just impossible for one rabbit to go to a house and to give eggs to kids, and then go to another house and remember where everything is... YOU do it! Grown-ups go to the store, they buy the Easter eggs, and then trick their kids into thinking the bunny did it. Is that right, Momo? That's right, isn't it?"

I thought about asking about Santa...but stopped myself.

On Dogs and Chocolate

Autumn opened a package of Oreos after she finished her dinner, and discovered quickly that some of them were missing. She shot me a look of disapproval and stated the obvious: "It looks like someone has already been in the cookies!"

I smiled and said, "Looks like you're right...must have been that Mac!" (Mac is our dog.)

Autumn looked at me, without missing a beat, and said, "That's nonsense. Dogs can't eat chocolate."

Busted.

I Cost Money?

Autumn took notice of the trig function I have tattooed on my ribcage. It's a nerdy little story about why I have a trig function tattooed on my body, but the long and short of it is that sin2x+cos2x is 1. My husband and I both have this tattooed on us. It's cheesy, and nerdy, and I love it!

Autumn looked at it yesterday, read the tattoo. (Except she said "sin" as sin, like bad things people do...and "cos" as "cause" but hey, she's five.) She asked if that was how much I cost, like a thousand dollars.

I'm not really sure what's worse - she thinks I cost money...that a thousand dollars is what I cost...or that the actual answer (if this were about money) is one. Man, I'm cheap.

Hot Dogs and Dinosaurs...and Mommy

Autumn was being Autumn. That means I know she's going to bring the belly laughs.

She ate hot dogs for lunch, and somewhere along the way, picked up that hot dogs are also called wieners. She's a bit too innocent to realize the alternate terminology here, so she really thought that all of her singing, dancing, and talking about wieners was only hot dog-related.

The conversation that brought me to my knees went a little something like this:

Autumn: Toddy, do you know who eats wieners?
Todd: Who?

(Pause for drama...)

Autumn: MOMMY!!!

(Cue the laughing so hard I can't breathe.)

Autumn: You know who else eats wieners?
Todd: Who?

(Uh oh, where could this go?)

Autumn: DINOSAURS!!!