September 29, 2008

This ticket is good for "One Big Girl Carry."

Every night, after Eric reads to the girls in our bedroom, I carry them -- one at a time -- into their bedroom. They each hand me a ticket -- usually a tag, a subscription card from a magazine or one of the many pieces of patterned paper that I've cut into a ticket shape for them -- and then I ceremoniously read the ticket out loud. Kenna's ticket is always good for "One Big Girl Carry" and Michal's ticket is always good for "One Baby Carry," which is somewhat ironic since it's Michal who tells me no less than 72 times per day what a big girl she is.

Last night when I was getting ready to carry them into their room they were lying on the floor and this is the conversation that followed:

Me: "Kenna, you need to sit up so I can carry you to bed."

Kenna: "But I'm busy laying on the floor."

Me: "Are you a dog?"

Kenna: "Oh, I forgot, dogs lay and people lie. But Mommy, lying is foolish. Oh, those are homophones. That's funny isn't it?"

Eric and I just looked at each other and then both burst out laughing. We were still laughing when Kenna shoved her bedtime ticket into my hand with a smile.

I read it aloud. It was good for "One Big Girl Carry," just like it always is.

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