A College for Elephants

Yesterday

Davy says to me out of the blue with a purse in her hand: "Mommy, I'm going to college."

"Oh really? What are you going to do there?"

"Uh, be an elephant. Because I really need to walk like an elephant."

Ok sweetie. I guess it makes sense. When your Daddy was little he wanted to be a giraffe when he grew up and you are going the elephant route. Precious weird child.

then Today

I told Davy, "We are going to meet Aunt Lizzie to look at her wedding veil so please put your shoes on as I change Gianna's diaper."

"Ok Mommy." She seemed so confident. So capable.

I walked into her little bedroom to a completely naked child with pink slippers on her hands.

"Davy! What are you doing?"

"Umm walking like an elephant. I need to Mommy."

Apparently to walk like an elephant you must be naked and have pink slipper hands. This was odd because usually she puts pink boots on her hands and feet to be an elephant but today I think she had a realization that they are indeed naked. I think you can skip elephant college darling. You seem to have it all figured out.

Today's craziness was brought you by: Davy talking to her excrement in the toilet, the naked elephant child incident and the giant cookie cake she tossed on the ground at Kroger.

Or maybe the excited shrieks at the bridal store when she saw Belle's dress, Sleeping Beauty's dress and Cinderella's dress all under one roof. I had to drag her out when she found out she couldn't take a dress home.

And Happy Birthday Magdalena!