Today as I was driving Kaycie home she started reading her library book.

She asked, “What is the 19th country?”

I was puzzled, “What do you mean? What country?”

Kaycie again, “What was the 19th country?”

Me, “Kaycie, I can’t begin to guess how they counted or organized this list. What 19th country?”

Kaycie insists, “The 19th?”

Me again, “Kaycie, read to me how it was used in your book.” my frustration was high.

Kaycie reads, “Mummy’s from the 19th country were…”

Kaycie wants a pet pig. Her mom says no. I came up with a brilliant idea.

I say, “Kaycie, you should ask Ooma and Poppy to get a pet pig so you can play with it.”

Kaycie thinks about it and says, “Pigs cost like $600. I’ve got the six, they have the hundred.”

Getting Kaycie ready for school this morning was a little daunting. She had an argument for everything. We went back and forth until this final exchange.

I asked in a calm yet stressed voice, “Kaycie, I need you to go brush your teeth and brush your hair.”

Kaycie complained, “Why do I have to do everything myself?”

I try to respond, “You’re six now you can do anything.”

With her incredible timing, instantly Kaycie says, “No, I can’t lift an elephant.”

Defeated, I left the room.

Jen went into the shower and had been in there for a little while.

Kaycie decides she wants to hide and scare Mommy when she comes out. She climbs and hides behind the couch where I am sitting. The room is very quite. A minute or two passes and she is still hasn’t said a word. All you can hear is the shower water from the bathroom.

Finally Kaycie speaks up and asks, “Is Mommy almost done?”

I say, “I think she is still getting ready.”

More silence from Kaycie.

A few minutes later she breaks the silence and Kaycie says, “I guess we coud talk.”

Jessie was telling me about a conversation she had with her little sister.

Kaycie asks, “Jessie, do you know about the sun?”

Jessie answers, “Yes.”

Kaycie continues, “Do you know how it is a big bright ball?”

Jessie answers, “Yes.”

Kaycie says, “NO! It’s a star!”

Kaycie says, “The word SHIB sounds a lot like the word I’m not supposed to say, so I’m never going to say that word SHIB again.”

I was helping Kaycie with her homework.

It was a simple reading assignment where she had to come up with five different words for the blank line in the story. I thought this was a great assignment because it would give her a chance to be creative. Something I know she is good at.

The picture above the blank line she had to fill in was of a cat who just popped a balloon while playing with it. I’m already thinking things like “Pop!”, “Uh oh!”, and “Blam!” but this is her work I wanted to see what she came up with first.

We sit there and she is thinking for about a minute or so and she then turns to me.

Kaycie says, “I don’t know about you, but I got nothing.”

Kaycie is usually good about going to bed. The only thing lately she has been complaining about is sleeping in our bed. She wants to stay. So for the past few nights she has been asking us if she can sleep in our bed. We say no but every night when I go to bed I find myself carrying a sleeping six year old from our bed, back to her own room. Just to find she returns some point during the night.

Tonight Jen had one of those discussions with her.

Kaycie asks, “Can I stay in here tonight?”

Mom answered, “No, Kaycie, not tonight.”

Kaycie asks, “Why not, Mommy?”

Mom replies, “Well, you’re getting so big, that you might push Mommy out of the bed.”

With her incredibly wise reasoning, Kaycie then says, “Would it help if I pushed Daddy out of the bed?”

Every night before bed I tell Kaycie to go to the bathroom.  Every night she fights me that she doesn’t have to go.  And every night she does, in fact, go.

Tonight she went to the bathroom, sat down and farted.

I said, “Whoa!  You farted!”

She replied, “No, that was just air pushing out my pee.”

This past weekend, Patrick, Kaycie and I were headed to the mall.

On the way out, Patrick stopped and said he needed to go get his gift card (Starbucks – YUM!).

Kaycie spun around, walked up to her dad and in her best loud and grouchy voice she said, “Gift card?!?!?  You call yourself a MAN with a gift card?!?!?”

I laughed all the way to the car.