I sat down to record some of the conversations that I am blessed to observe with and among my children, and I thought, why not share them on the blog. Surely I'm not the only one who might get a kick out of their innocent and often unintended humor. So whenever I think to record something, I'll file it under: I can't make this stuff up.
Here's today's I can't make this stuff up.
Me, to Harper (age 4), when she asked me to help her button her coat so that she could play in the snow (yes, snow, on March 25): You look like a beautiful snow girl.
Harper, to me: No, Mommy, you mean snow woman.