while at disney…
6yo: you know there are 8 dwarves.
me: no, i’m pretty sure there are only 7.
6yo: no, there’s 8. the 8th one is named crazy and he runs around with a chainsaw like this. [holds arms up above head like wielding a chainsaw and makes a horrible face and yells.]
me [to daddy]: can we leave her here? she’s starting to scare me.
5yo: i can read your mind. which is crazy. and odd.
me: crazy and odd?!? you? [laughing hysterically so i missed the rest of the completely nonsensical conversation]
we give 5yo the choice of playing with a friend or going to play with her 4 yo cousin.
5yo: the friend. sometimes, i just need a break from crazy people.
4yo [holding a straw wrapped in a napkin under a plate]: mama, doesn’t it look like i’m a real crazy…stuff?