ME: Predator?
HER: Cred-i-tor.
(I try really hard not to laugh.)
HER: Or, you could be Superman, and I'll be the Snow Creditor.
(It rained today, and so my daughter wanted to puddle-jump in her galoshes. I told her she had to wait until I got the chicken in the oven for dinner.)
HER: Mom, can I go out and jump in the big, disgusting puddle now?
(My daughter likes to wear hats after she has her hair washed. She calls them pajama hats. Tonight, after I put her hat on her head, too low, she said...)
HER: Thanks Mom, but now I have less eyes.
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