A few blurbs while I have a moment
Background: Our community garage sale (which the more-placid offspring of Hurricane Ike attended) happened to fall on Q’s 4th birthday.
Negligent, selfish mommy: How’s my birthday girl?
Q: It’s *not* my birthday.
Negligent, selfish, yet oddly clueless mommy: It isn’t? Why not?
Q: Because you’re selling all my toys!
(In my defense, I can say that I had two dozen balloons and birthday paraphernalia aplenty, including a birthday girl hat and special hair bow, as well as a birthday cake later in the day, presents, and a party planned for next weekend.)
Q, upon being reminded to make a wish before blowing out the candles on her birthday cake:
I wish… I wish… I wish to eat up a cake!!
I love the sweet, in-the-moment and unintentional wisdom brought to me courtesy of children in general, and my child in particular. Then again, this might have just been Q latching onto something, anything, when prompted to produce under pressure. 
Scene: Q has odd scuba goggles on her face, ring-style Frisbees in each hand. She makes her way across the room, her arms making swimming/scooping motions with the Frisbees.
Q: Scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop….etc. ad nauseum
Me: Hey there! (or something equally brilliant) What are you doing?
Q: I’m a scoop-ah diver, Mommy.
Yeah, really. That’s all there is today. Seriously.
