She said it!

Two-year-olds say such amusing things. . . and Abigail's no exception. Here are some from the past few months that make us smile:

About 9:30 one chilly night in February, a little, but very distresssed voice calls from Abigail's room: "Black socks doesn't match, Mommy! Black socks doesn't match. Sniff. Sniff." (She was wearing pink fleece pajamas and I'd left her black socks from the day on.)

While dropping a trash bag off at the dumpster one morning:
Abigail: Sometimes Abigail's friends stinky. We frow them in the trash.
Mommy: You mean your friends sometimes have stinky diapers and we throw the diapers in the trash?
A: Uh huh. Sometimes Abigail's friends stinky. We frow them in the trash.
M: We throw the diapers in the trash. But we don't throw friends in the trash, do we?
A: No.
M: Why not? (recent discussions about how God made people special)
A: They too big!

During Nathan's busy semeseter of work and MBA classes:
Abigail says to Daddy as he leave for class after being home from work only 30 minutes: "Thank you [for] coming, Daddy."
(By the way, we're loving spending most evenings with him now!)

11:00 p.m. Mommy pushing Abigail's door farther open for better circulation during the night: A sits up in bed and says, "Pwease cwose da door, Mommy," and then conks back to sleep immediately.

Abigail loves to "mother" little children and babies and can't wait till she's a mommy. On the way home from church in late April: Abigail tells us: "Abigail keeping all the children at the nurs-ry till their moms come get them. Lady holding one boy -Abigail taking care other boys." (By the way, there are currently mostly boys in her nursery and Abigail is older than the majority of them. . . by 2-3 months. =)

As part of conversation about names with a friend:
Mommy to Abigail: "What is your name?"
A: "Abigail"
M: "What is your last name?"
A: "Kae is Abigail's middle name."
M: "That's right! And what's your last name?"
A: "Stinker Binker!" (A nickname Daddy used on Abigail primarily in her baby days)