Zoe: Daddy, do you like Buttella (aka Nutella)?
Daddy: Yes, but not as much as you do.
Mommy: Yep you’re the Nutella princess.
Zoe: So’s Daddy. Daddy, you’re a Butella princess!
William, via baby monitor: <loud indiscriminate baby noise>
Zoe: “Mom! Dad! That was a HUGE… ‘eh’.”
Zoe: No, Daddy, it was not a social call; it was a sandcastle.
Zoe: I’m going to tell you 3 stories. Once upon a time there was a dragon named, uh, no name. And she was walking along and another dragon came along and ate her!
Mommy: A dragon ate the dragon?
Zoe: Yes! And then once upon a time another dragon ate her!
Mommy: she got eaten twice?
Zoe: Yes! And this is the last story. Onceupon a time a pig was walking along and there was a big snake and a bunch of rats. And the rats ate her.
Mommy: The rats ate the snake?
Zoe: No! The rats ate the pig. And this is the last story. I’m going to tell you 5 stories. Once upon a time there was a dragon and a miss and a chance and a bunch of little snakes and…
Mommy: Wait – a miss and a chance ?
Zoe: No a mouse and a chance! And the dragon was walking along and the mouse bit him. The end.
Mommy: What did the dragon do?
Zoe: He just walked away. That’s all.
Zoe: No, Dad, I’m NOT a scientist! It’s just a rocket that I built.
Zoe: “Can we go in there (gesturing to a decorative pond)?”
Mommy: “No sweetie. It’s too cold and deep for us.”
Zoe: “And there are monsters at the bottom!”
Zoe: “Yes, and they will try to bite us and I will fight them with my pink glowing sword! And you will fight them with your black sword with pink eyes! And we will say ‘Go away monsters’ and we will kill it. And then another one will come and we will kill it.”
Mommy: “Whew! I hope we have a break after two monsters in a row.”
Zoe: “And then another comes! And I fights it! And that’s all just three.”
Mommy: “So we fought them together?”
Zoe: “Yes. You can fight monsters with me when you don’t grow up. When you growed up you are a parent and then you can’t fight them. But I can.”
Mommy: “So if I don’t grow up I can fight monsters with you?”
Zoe:”Yes, on Thursday.”
Zoe: “Daddy is this your good arm?”
Zoe: “Can we monkey around with it?”