We aren't crazy...just misunderstood

I just have to remember some of the great things I hear everyday. Not a day goes by without some sort of gut-busting laughter in our house. I think that God knew we needed 'Addi therapy', and sent her to brighten our days.

The girls have an amazing Pre-school teacher. They absolutely love her, and she is often the main topic of our days. I wish I had kept track of all the things they tell me...but here are some of the latest...

Addi: "Mom! Miss Windy told me about Jofess Smif today."
Me: "Really...Joseph Smith?"
Addi: "Yeah. He had duut flow-es (dirt floors) in his house. His Mom died. He had to beh-wy huh. Den, he got a new Mom!"
Me: "Ummm...you are talking about Joseph Smith?"
Addi: "Yeah...yuh know...duh guy on duh penny!"
Me: "You mean Abraham Lincoln?"
Addi: "Yah...duut flow-es!!"

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Addi: Mom...guess what? Miss Windy said dat we can nev-ah, ev-ah, ev-ah play at pwee-scool again!"
Me: What do mean...never play again?
Addi: We wahs bad, weely bad. But yoo won't beweeve what!
Me: what?
Addi: Shez givin us one mo chance...like little bunny foo foo. Foo! (which was whew!)

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Addi: I think Teach-ah Windy says I'm a whe-dough (wierdo) Cuz I'd ah-ways so cwazy in huh skool. I think she like whe-doughs A LOT!
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Addi: Miss Windy's copy bwoke!
Me: her what?
Addi: huh copy bwoke. So guess what?
Me: What
Addi: Today's a lucky day! Lucky if huh copy is still bwoke. If Miss Windy's copy is still bwoke...we ah weely weely lucky!
Me: Why?
Addi: Miss Windy said it will be lucky for all the kids if the copy is bwoke, we won't have anything to cul-uh...and we will be lucky!

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Addi: I had a dweem last night. Teach-ah Windy tuhned into a wose. (a rose) A biting wose. Den she came up to me and bit my nose all the way off!...she bite-ed my nose white off! I yelled at her to give me my nose back. It was so weh-ode (wierd)

Addi's getting better at telling the truth. But she still has her moments...
Her Primary Teacher told me that a few weeks ago, that in class, she told everyone that I was a REALLY mean Mom. She said that she cries every night, and prays to Jesus that I will be nice to her.
Yeah...that feels good.

She still has imaginary pets (no more imaginary friends...sad) Jack, her white horse, always goes with us in the car. Not IN the car, of course, following behind us. But for whatever reason, when we stop, Jack gets on top of the car. Whenever Addi says "Jack's on top of the car" Sof will bust up laughing! Then I laugh...and Addi gets upset.


Sophie calls her Pre-school teacher Miss Windy...or Miss Wendy-ah. Sof says she loves miss Wendy-ah, and calls her, her 'teach-ah fah-wend' (teacher friend)

Me: "Hey Sofa Loaf, how was your day?"
Sof: "I cut da colos (colors) of the paper...den she gets mad at me...and dat's a bad wuud. So I cut on dis side, on dat side, and on dis side."
Me: Okaaaaaay???

Sof: "Tu-day...Miss Windy took me in dah bafwomb, took off all my clothes and threw dem away, I was duh-tee...wahwee wahwee duh-tee. (dirty...really, really dirty)" (I must also add that as she's telling me this, she's wearing the clothes she went to school in, and they aren't dirty at all)

Oh what my days would be without these nuts. I wish I could freeze them today, and never have to worry about their friends, boys, or curfews. When Addi starts dating, I will tell her that Jack is always following her...and he'll give me a full report!

I really do wonder what that kid will be like when she's older...I guess a crazy adult can be called a variety of things...I think that 'eccentric' sounds good.