Sunday, October 26, 2008
Kaelinisms: Oops Edition
“Kaelin, can you say the Pledge of Allegiance for Grandmommy?”
“I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of ... (falls off chair) Oops! That’s something you don’t see every day!”
“Kaelin, can you say the Pledge of Allegiance for Grandmommy?”
“I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of ... (falls off chair) Oops! That’s something you don’t see every day!”
“Oh my GOODNESS!”
“What?”
“Nothing, I’m just going potty.”
“Mama, why did you dress Koren up like a woman?” (Just for the record, he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt)
“Oh my goodness, he’s fussing already???”
“Koren, if you’re sleepy then go to sleep. Just suck on your hand, and if you don’t like it then spit it out. SHHHHHH SHHHH SHHHHH!!!”
“Mama, this soup is really not good. I don’t think I can even eat it.”
“Kaelin, why did you do that?”
“Because that’s the POINT, Daddo.”
“I’m going to put some water here for you so you don’t have to worry about it.”
(having a conversation with her toy) “Thank you for inviting me to your party. What? Thank you for inviting me to your party of the United States of America. And to the republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for all.”
On Sunday, Kaelin got more birthday fun with a second party, this time with the family.

Among the great gifts, she received a retro-style tricycle which she couldn’t wait to break in. The next day, we took it for a spin (ok, several spins) and she had a great time zooming up and down the bike trail, stopping occasionally to chase butterflies.




For her birthday, we gave Kaelin some roller skates. She loves them and is quickly becoming very good. By the time we went down the street and back, she could already maneuver around by herself.
She has also found them very useful for running over ants. However, when she’s rolling along, she finds it difficult to pick up every snail and every doodle bug she passes, so she calls out apologies to them before swinging back around to pick them up. I tried to convince her that the snails don’t really mind if you pass them… but clearly I don’t know what I’m talking about.


