Overheard while they played this morning:
Jonas: Now you go to sleep. And don’t let bugs bite you either. And when you say, ‘Dad!’ I’ll be right here.
Jonas: {whisper} “Now say, ‘Dad!’
Susannah: Dad!
Jonas: {very convincing sleeping-adult voice} Whaaat?
Susannah: I want to go to the pool!
Jonas: It’s the middle of the night! Go back to sleep. It’s still sleep time.
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Susannah: Jonas, will you read me this book?
Jonas: No, you can read it yourself now. You’re a big girl.
Susannah: Okay.
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Susannah: Let’s watch a show. Bring me the ‘mote.
Jonas: {hands her the talking Ironman toy} Here you go.
Jonas: {hands her the talking Ironman toy} Here you go.
Susannah: {pushes button: Woosh! I.AM.IRONMAN!} I will watch some news and see the weatha’. Then I turn on your show, okay?
Jonas: All right.
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Susannah: {bumps into Jonas}
Jonas: Back off! This is not a karate class.
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Susannah: {tapping unsharpened pencils against a play pot} {to the tune of “Farmer in the Dell”} We gonna make some soup, we gonna make some soup, hi-ho-dee-day-dee-o, we gonna make some soup.
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What IS it about the magical hour right after breakfast!? I love it. I want to bottle it. When they play together this nicely, I tend to try to stay on the edges of their zone. I practically hold my breath. It seems like if they see me more fully than “out of the corners of their eyes” it throws off the mojo and they suddenly NEED me or they start squabbling.