Gwyneth got home froma playdate where her friend got a dog on loan for a couple of weeks.
Gwen: Mom, I will do ANYTHING, clean my room, eat vegetables, listen to teachers, just please buy me a dog.
Me: Well, dog is not a toy, and you need to be able to take care of him
Gwen: I will. I can collect its poop and I will walk him everyday.
Me: Yes, but you can't walk alone until you are much older, like 12
Gwen: Well, I'll walk the dog and you'll walk me.
The ongoing chronicle of a 3 year old (as of 2006) seeking enlightenment and an unlimited amount of sweets, and her parents' struggle to control the latter and help with the former.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Cuteness factor
Gwenchik and I were plotting on how to persuade Daddy to go along with our plans to go buy ice-cream.
Me: Well, it looks like he is not that easily persuaded.
Gwen: Do not worry! I am so cute, I know he will not be able to resist!
Me: Well, it looks like he is not that easily persuaded.
Gwen: Do not worry! I am so cute, I know he will not be able to resist!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Stork 2.0
Most of our friends seem to have two or more kids, and at times Gwenchik get's envious.
Gwen: Mom, can we get a sister for me?
Me: Well, it is not that easy.
Gwen: All you have to do is search on Google! And if we can not find her easily, we can adopt.
Gwen: Mom, can we get a sister for me?
Me: Well, it is not that easy.
Gwen: All you have to do is search on Google! And if we can not find her easily, we can adopt.
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