Aria did something I did not approve of (I don't remember what) and I learned I have a "mom look." She said, "Don't have that look on your face, mom."
"Daddy, what's wrong with your hair? Did you comb it that way or something?"
In regular conversation during dinner, I said I was hopin' to do something. Aria didn't hear me correctly and she said, "Mommy, you're not open. You don't have a door on your face!"
Fullfilling her duty of putting away the socks, "Mommy, where is the other sock that matches this one?" I don't know, Aria. "It must be at the Hiawatha Library."
"Mom, lets play a game. It's called mouthwash. It's kind of like tag and you do this (she twists around)."
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