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Still Love Me, Sasquatch?

We're still fighting the virus -- now it's Lizzy's turn. While our family continues to battle this viral beast, I am in limbo. I can't focus... can barely think. Instead of Discover Magazine and Frontline, my head-space can only accommodate Us Magazine and Hottest Bikini Beaches. Thus, work today is slow-going.

So I will leave you with these few Family Bites I've collected over the last few days. Because it's all I can handle.

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Samantha: "Mommy, you're more beautiful than princess stuff. If you have short, short hair, or loooong, long hair you're still beautiful. When you wear cool t-shirts -- and pants -- you're beautiful. Even when you're naked you're beautiful.

Me: "Wow, even then?"

Samantha: "Yes!"

Me: "Thank you, Samantha. What a nice thing to say."

Samantha: "You love me, right?"

Me: "I love you so much!"

Samantha: "I'm saying nice things to make you happy with me, right?"

Me: "Yes. Yes you are."

And it's working.

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Samantha: "Oh, I just had a nice daydream!" She smiles pleasantly as we pull into the parking lot of a Jamba Juice.

Me: "Yea, what about?"

Samantha: "There was Wonder Woman and some bad guys and good guys... and there were swords... lots of swords... and then Wonder Woman cut the bad guys, yea she cut their arms off... and their heads, too. She cut them right off... cut, cut! And there were guns! Lots of guns!"

Me: "Wow."

Samantha: "I like the sound the guns made... pshew, pshew, pshew!" She makes shooting gestures with her fingers.

Me: "And you liked this daydream?"

Samantha: "Oh, yes. It was so nice."

Apparently Samantha and Quentin Tarantino are collaborating on a new project.

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Samantha to me: "I hate you, I hate you! I throw poop in your eye!"

(pauses)

Samantha: "You still love me, right?"

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Lizzy to me: "You need to shave your vagina -- so it looks more like a girl's."

As opposed to what -- Sasquatch?

Thanks, Lizzy. Get well soon, sweetie.
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Rima said…
"SasCrotch."

Heh.

Those are all gems.
March 25, 2009 at 10:53 AM
Michele said…
Very creative Melissa and Rima : )
March 25, 2009 at 12:56 PM
mimi of 'sexagenarian and the city' said…
it's moments like those that make me glad you're blogging again.
March 30, 2009 at 12:22 PM
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