Conversations With Anna

Anna has been under the weather this week – not sure if she is having a funky reaction to her flu shot or if she has caught one of the plethora of illness bugs already invading our metro area. Not feeling well however has not affected her little mind that seems to constantly be churning nor her ability to hear all and forget none. Let me humor you all with a recap of two conversations from earlier this week. The first took place on Tuesday night while we snuggled in her bed with the lights out listening to the Delilah Show on the radio. Here is how it went (after hearing a radio ad for Wedding Day Jewelers which just so happens to have a Maple Grove location):

Anna: Mom just where is Wedding Day Jewelers in Maple Grove?

Me: It is over by your shoe store and Salsaritas, why would you like to go there and look at diamonds some day?

Anna: Yes I would – I want to look at diamond wedding rings.

Me (thought not spoken): Smart girl, takes after her mom, likes things that sparkle BUT isn’t she a bit young????

Anna: Mom where is Arkansas?

Me: Arkansas? Why it is a state down in the south, why?

Anna: Because after we go to the Wedding Day Jewelers I want to take a trip there. You can marry your brother there but in Minnesota it is against the law. And I want to go to Arkansas so I can marry Ry.

(Now I should jump in here to clarify that Anna adores her big brother Ryan and is fiercely protective and proud of him. At the tender age of four that adoration translates to her thinking she wants and should marry him when she is older. Bill and I have tried numerous times to dissuade her and explain why you don’t marry your brother. Apparently these talks have fallen on deaf, or stubborn, ears.)

Me: And who told you this about Arkansas?????

Anna: Daddy did. So I wanna go there.

Of course I tried again in vain to explain why she really DIDN’T want to marry her brother and how he might want to marry someone else and that she would meet a nice boy that she would want to marry. Later I talked to Bill who was at work and told him I only had one word for him, “Arkansas.” He laughed so hard he nearly cried.

The second conversation took place in our kitchen last night and then later at bedtime. My weight has been like a yo yo the past few years and I am trying (although not very successfully) to drop the extra pounds put on when we moved back to MN. I try to work out and have been religiously attending my Weight Watchers meeting although struggling a bit with following my WW plan each week. Bill complimented me last week and said, “You look thinner.” Just the boost I needed. But leave it to our brutally honest children to bring us back to reality.

I was standing at the kitchen counter diligently chopping a cucumber and tomato for my salad with dinner. Anna came up behind and patted me on my bum.

Anna: Momma you have a funny tisimo (short for butisimo).

Me: I do, thanks Anna.

Anna: Yeah mom you do – it is really big and round and sticks out.

Me (to Bill): I will be heading to the Health Club now.

Later in bed…..

Anna: Mommy your mouth is getting smaller, why is that happening?

Me: It is?

Anna: Yes it looks smaller.

Me: Well maybe my mouth is shrinking because my tisimo is getting bigger. (Now in all honesty if my mouth were truly getting smaller don’t you think my tisimo would be getting smaller???!!)

From the mouths of babes…..