Rock-a-Bye Baby

April 1, 2008 at 10:00 pm (Cupcake, Ha ha, Sprinkles) (, , )

My youngest daughter Sprinkles (15 mo.) still hasn’t fully recovered from the flu.  She was crying so I started rocking here and singing “Rock-a-Bye Baby”.  All of a sudden, my oldest daughter Cupcake (almost 3) started screaming.

Me:  What’s wrong? 

Cupcake:  That song is HORRIBLE!   It is a terrible song. 

Me:  Why were you screaming?

Cupcake:  It was HURTING ME!  It hurts to listen to it.

Me:  Okay, I’ll stop singing. 

Cupcake:  You can keep singing, but PLEASE…not that song.  Who made up that song anyway?

She cracks me up.



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A Bedtime Story by Cupcake

March 2, 2008 at 8:10 pm (Cupcake, Ha ha, Papa (My husband), Uncategorized) (, , )

We had a fun but tiring weekend and Papa (my husband) decided to go to bed early. Cupcake (2 3/4) was also going to bed so he asked her to tuck him in. She pulled the covers up close and asked, “Do you want me to tell you a story?”

She began…

Once upon a time there were butterflies flying in the sky.

And the butterflies were twirling around in the air.

And the sky was dark because it was nighttime.

And then it started to snow from the sky.

And then (at this point Cupcake simultaneously farted (loudly) and noticed a picture from our wedding on the nightstand that she had never seen before) Papa saw Mommy in a beautiful dress that looked like snow because it was white. 

Papa interrupted to ask if she had tooted and Cupcake said to pay attention to the story and not worry about the noises her butt was making.

And they all lived happily ever after. The end.

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Is there a doctor in the house?

February 17, 2008 at 10:01 pm (Cupcake, Ha ha) (, )

M Chacha

So Cupcake (2 1/2) decides I don’t look very good (um, thanks) and I need a check-up. She puts on her cha-cha dress, sequined high heels and hat, and grabs her doctor kit. The conversation went like this…

Her: I’m Dr. Cupcake. Please lay down on the couch so I can give you a check-up.

Me: You’re pretty dressed up for a doctor.

Her: I like to look good when I’m working.

She listened to my heart, took my temperature and looked in my mouth. When she looked at in my ear she became very serious.

Her: I think I see the problem.

Me: What is it doctor?

Her: You have a bunny in your ear……….Good luck with that.

She may have a career in medicine!


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