One of my favorite things Ellen says lately is, “Come on!” And she says it just like Gob Bluth. Perfect.
Me: Ellen, please stop spitting water out all over the floor.
Ellen: It’s ok, mom. I’ll stop…for now.
Looking at a statue of the Blessed Mother:
“That’s my special mom.”
She went through a phase of calling me “Maw-mee”. The other day I was in the kitchen and she walked in:
“Maw-mee? I expected you to be sleeping.”
Brushing (read: destroying) my hair:
“Mom, you look like a winner.”
My Dad: Ellen, let’s let that ladybug go free.
Ellen: No! It’s my ladybug, and I need to protect it.
Walking into my room to jabber randomly:
“Hello, doctor. I have a question for you. How many rubber duckies and I’ll have two popcorns, ok mommy kitty? I’m having a royal sleepover.”
All in one breath. So talented…
Me: Say you’re sorry.
Ellen, stone faced: Sorry. Mother…
Lyrics to Ellen originals:
“You are my best friend. And we can always smell the mashed potatoes.”
“Give me a rock and set me free!”
“Close your eyes, sweet baby. For the moon is gently shining. Close your eyes, sweet baby. For the moon is gently swinging.”
Ellen, stalling her nap: Can I hold baby Sam?
Me: You can hold Sam after your nap.
Ellen: lays on floor, closes eyes, pretends to snore, opens eyes, “Yawn! I had such a nice dream. Can I hold baby Sam now?”
Looking at houses with my mom:
“Look at that house, Mima. It’s so unique!”
Watching me put on makeup:
“Oh mom. You look like a kangaroo. That’s a comp-a-ment.”
Throwing a fit, then hearing Mike pull in the driveway:
“Oh. Daddy’s home. I’m all better now.”
Talking to my mom:
“I’m going to sing ABCs to my Mima. ABCDEFGHIJK thank you for my presents.”
Showing Ellen some donkeys near our church (long story):
“Mom! Dad! Honkeys are my favorite! Let’s go find more honkeys!”