Two-fer Abbyisms

Abby tonight at dinner said, “This steak is too juicy for words.”  Totally cracking us up.  Then, on the way home from running some errands she said, “Dad, you need to tell your code-workers.”  That’s right, I don’t have co-workers, I have code-workers.  Too funny!

That Fluffy Substance of Which 500% is Made Up of Fat

Abby requested that with dessert for tonight’s celebration of my sister and her husband moving to the Denver Metro area that we make ‘with cream.’

I smiled and asked, “Do you mean ‘Whipped Cream’?”

To which she replied, “Dad, I call it with cream.”

And so I have been schooled in the ways of the four year old mind.  What you think you heard is now what things are called.  Which is exactly why I hope that she only accidentally overhears Jessica and I talking about ‘sects’.

The Most Fruitfullest Day in a While

I had a very fruitful Sunday.  We skipped church, which is abnormal, but Abby wasn’t well on Saturday and Jessica and I decided laying low was best for her, and I had no commitments.  I’m relatively sure I’m not going to hell for it, but its not a practice I intend to make a habit of for other reasons 🙂  But I accomplished a whole lot: I fixed an electrical outlet that’s been broken since we moved in, I hung Christmas lights on the front gutter.  I purchased a Christmas tree, mounted it on the stand, which we later decorated.  I also fixed my gas grill which had had an obstruction in the gas tube.  Abby and I snuck out and spread Christmas cheer while we bought Jessica a Christmas present or three.  I bought the presents, Abby said Merry Christmas to nearly every passer-by.  Only a few people actually said ‘Merry Christmas’ back to her.  I think I did other things, too, but I can’t remember.  It was a busy day, but I’m stoked to have gotten so much done.  I know that working on a honey-do list doesn’t sound like fun, but checking things off on that list feels really, really good.

The Kissing Ice Cream Shop

Abby and I went on a little daddy-daughter-donut-date this morning. As we passed a shopping center Abby announced, “There’s a kissing ice cream shop!”

To which I asked, “Why is it a kissing ice cream shop?”

Her reply was that the logo was some red lips. Which logo you might ask?

This one:

Dairy Queen

Never saw the lips before. Now I’ll probably never see the words 🙂

Strawberry Short-Circuit

So yesterday we went to a mall that is opening not too far from our house (15-20 minutes I guess) where they had advertised as having a “live” Strawberry Shortcake show.  When we arrived, along with about 600 of our closest friends (we actully knew one family there, which was amazing by itself) they started the show with a live ‘MC’ who was going to lead the Strawberry Shortcake ‘show’ along with a CD of Strawberry Shortcake and her diabetes inducing cohorts.  Except that the CD had a scratch on it (or the player was severely busted).  So the MC guy would say, “Hey, everybody!  Are you ready to meet Strawberry Shortcake!?”  The audience would go wild and then the Strawberry Shortcake music would start to play in that CD skipping fashion, “Doo-doo-d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d”.  Then it came time for Strawberry to say something.  And by say something at a live action show they mean a CD plays a pre-recorded Strawberry Shortcake bit.  What they really should have had happen was get someone next to the mixer board to just say the silly parts.  It was ten minutes or so of completely silliness.  But in the end the kids were happy because they got to meet/hug/wipe snot on Strawberry Shortcake.

On the up side only 6 kids got speparated from their parents and had to be taken by ‘officials’ to the D.A.R.E. truck that costs more than most Aurora Police make in a year.  Another up side was that I got slightly sunburned from having to walk from the outskirts of the packed parking lots into the place where they were doing the show.  I guess its good preparation for when I have to go Christmas shopping.