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AINSLEY

(At about 1 1/2years old)
5 years old

Ainsley (says this to me in church on Sunday) : "Mom I want to use my site words, look 'I see my..." I want it to say I see my cat."

Mom: "Okay well this says 'I see my...' so now you need to spell cat."

Ainsley: "I know"

Mom: "Okay you spell cat, C-A-T"

Ainsley: "NO! I already have 'see'. SEE!"

Mom: "Yes I know, that's great, that is the word see, now you need to use the letter C, because cat is spelt C-A-T. So write C-A-T.

Ainsley: (Getting more and more annoyed with me by the minute) "NO, that is not how my teacher does it! I want it to say "I see my cat."

Mom: (Getting more and more frustrated by the minute) "I know Ainsley, I am trying to help you. You need to write C-A-T, that spells cat."

Ainsley: (Getting even more defiant): "NO! I already spelt see, this says 'I see my...' I want it to say I see my cat!"

Mom: (Now turning red and wondering if the bishop really is staring at me because I am getting mad at my precious child in church) "I know Ainsley, I am trying to help you... you have already written 'I see my...' now you need to spell cat, by writing the letters "C-A-T".

Ainsley: "That is not how my teacher does it!"

-This happens a few more times to where Ainsley is almost in tears, and now I am certain all of the bishopric can see my fiery eyes.

Mom: "Well I just can't help you now, then. You'll have to ask your teacher how to do it...."

Ainsley: "She does it like this!" (She then proceeds to draw a picture of a cat)

-I guess I should have known...or at least tried to spell dog.

CLAIRE

(At about 15 mos old)

6 years old

Claire: "I had a nightmare last night, I don't want to go to bed."

Mom: "What was it about?"

Claire: "I had a dream my kitty was trying to give me a bunch of shots."

Mom (chuckling a bit): "Yes I can see how that would be scary but you can see how that couldn't ever happen."

Claire: "Yes I know, but it was still scary."

Mom: "I bet. How was the kitty holding up the shots to give them to you? That seems a bit advanced for a kitty."

Claire (with a slight smile): "I know, I'm not sure, but she was going to try and give me a bunch of shots."

Mom: "Well, obviously that couldn't happen, so you should be safe to go to bed. Dreams aren't real."

Claire: "I know dreams are FICTION, mom, but I don't want to go to bed."

-Smarty Pants!

ALLISON

(Almost 3)
8 years old

Alli (at the dinner table): "Tonight I am going to leave out a piece of chocolate and a note so the fairies will leave me a note, and maybe a prize."

Dad: "There is no such thing as fairies."

Alli: "Yes there is!"

Dad: "How do you know fairies are real.?"

Alli: "Well, my friend at school left out a note for her favorite fairy (which Alli then names) and she woke up in the morning and the fairy left her a note and some pixie dust."

Dad: "Maybe her family did it for her, fairies are not real."

Mom:"Just let it go, Thomas."

Girls: "Fairies are too, real!"

Dad: "No they're not, why on earth would there be fairies, what purpose could they possibly serve?" (Man he's a 'GIRLY' party pooper)

-Alli, now tearing up.

Dad: "Look Alli, I'm just telling you, you can't believe everything everyone tells you. Fairies are not real."

Alli (balling now): "Well I guess you're going to tell me that Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy aren't real either."

Dad (realizing his disastrous mistake) suddenly doesn't have much to say.