Some conversions with my (not so) little bugs:
Scene: The 5-year-old Butterfly is putting on her new snow jacket, readying herself to go to the bus stop for school.
Butterfly: Dad? Guess what?
Me: What?
Butterfly: My friend Tilly has this exact same snow jacket.
Me: How do tell them apart then?
Butterfly: Well, hers is blue. Also, it doesn’t have the sweater thing on the inside. Also, it doesn’t have these extra pockets. Also, it’s old.
Me: So in what way is Tilly’s snow jacket “the exact same” as yours?
Butterfly: It has a pink zipper.
Scene: I am sitting on the living room couch, while the 8-year-old Ladybug is resting across the couch using me as a foot rest.
Ladybug: Daddy, do you remember that piggie thing with the feet?
Me: “This little piggie goes to market?”
Ladybug: Yeah.
Me: What about it?
Ladybug: [ sighs ] You haven’t played that with me in a long time.
Me: You haven’t been 1 in a long time.
