Princess Talk And A Breakdown In Communication

In the van the other morning Hazel informed me that, "Daddy said dammit."

Stifling laughter I said, "Yes, but Hazel, you are a princess and princesses don't talk that way. If you say that word you'll get in trouble."

She agreed that, "Yes, princesses don't talk dammit."

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Me: Hazel, eat your salad.

Hazel (while chopping her pizza with her fork): You eat your thalad, too.

Me: I did eat my salad.

Abiah: Yeah, and I am eating my salad.

Hazel: Oh! Goo dob, Biah! Eat your thalad and I give you dis cookie I making.

Me: Let me take a picture of your cookie.

Hazel: My poopie?



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Every morning when I go to lay Amelia down for her morning nap, Hazel lets me know, "Not boff of me." Meaning, not me too.

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While I was doing Hazel's hair she pointed to the back of her head and said, "I want a tony pail wight here."

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When Hazel wakes up in the morning she cries. And wines. And cries some more.

Amelia. She bounces in her bed and giggles.

On most mornings when I go in to get them Hazel informs me that, "Moowee hert my feewings."

The other day she told me, "I need ice fo my hert feewings."