From the mouth of Princess D…
Leaving pre-school, we see a car at the intersection start to pull in:
D: MAMA! That’s my friend P’s momma. Her sister is B. They are both my friends.
ME: Oh? That’s nice.
D: MAMA! That momma smokes cigarettes. For real life. She smokes.
D: Yes! So if that momma dies you will pick up my friends from preschool, right? You would do that for them?
*apparently my discussions on the dangers of smoking is sinking in… although this is the same kid who made me watch her do a pop star performance and told me she was taking a break to have a smoke, sat on the floor and pretended she was puffing away. *
Walking in the CBU Art Gallery, after viewing an exhibit, talking to the university student working there:
D: Where do you live?
STUDENT: I live in Sydney River.
D: I live in Blacketts Lake.
STUDENT: Do you? It’s nice there.
D: Yes. It is. I have to live there because it is my Poppy’s house and he died. He gave it to me so I have to live there.
*from the mouth of babes… comes their versions of the truth.*