Back to school for Mo-dizzle and already she’s coming out of her mouth with stuff that is just off the chain. At lunch yesterday afternoon, I pulled out a piece of paper to catalog all of these nuggets which Co-dizz smeared blackberries in every orifice on her head except her mouth.

The conversation had turned to princesses (what else is new) and I wanted to see if her Disney-fied world included the likes of Mulan and Pocahontas.

Mo: And I like Ariel, and I like Sleeping Beauty, and I like Belle, and I like Snow White, and I like Cinderella. . .

Me: But what about Jasmine and Pocahontas?

Mo: Coco-hontas?

Me: Poca! Pocahontas.

Mo: Coco-hontas is alright.

We then started talking about the things she’s spied in the Chasing Fireflies catalog, namely this Queen on Hearts Costume. DH, in a master coup or an act of stupidity, told Mo that if she listened to us, was nice to her sister and did assorted other things that added up to 3 year old goodness, he’d tell Santa Claus to bring her the costume. So now, it’s all things Santa all the time. . .in September. Just to be sure she really knew about this Santa Cat, I asked, “Where does Santa live?

Mo: In the North Cold.

I have a number of little endearments for Mo and Co like Mo-dizz, Morgas, Co-bell, and Covey. Morgan had taken to calling herself baby bird for a while and wouldn’t answer to anything else. When she did answer, it was with a resounding, “Tweet, tweet”. So, as our conversation continued yesterday, I referred to her as my baby bird. I was quickly corrected.

Mo: I’m not a baby bird.

Me: Oh really? What are you?

Mo: I’m just (thinking, thinking, thinking). . .I’m just a woman.

Yeah, me, too.