Out of the Mouth of Babes

Some recent gems uttered by Ella.

Scene: In Ella's room, she in the middle of annoying whiny attack and I am attempting to change her pull-up.

E in a shrieking, drawn out voice: "Momma, I'm frustrated." (Emotions are part of the current lesson plan at daycare.)
Me: "Why you frustrated honey?"
E: "Because daddy went away (to work)."

As Mike said after hearing her comments, "Man kid, push that knife in deeper."

Scene two: In our front room, Glenda is preparing to leave after spending four plus hours with the kiddos.

Glenda: "Well, I better get going." She stands up.
Ella motions and says: "There's the door, Grandma."

That one gets me every time. Thankfully, Glenda was very good natured about it. There's still more. These last two center around this family's love/love (but should be hate) relationship with ice cream.

Scene: Ella, Sam and I playing and hanging out in the front room. The ice cream truck is making it's way through the neighborhood. Ella hears the obnoxious music and looks up.

She asks: "What's that?"
Me: "It's the ice cream man."
Ella: "The ice cream man?"
Me: "Yea, he drives through the neighborhood and you can buy ice cream treats out of his van."
Ella: "Eww......"

Last one: Driving home and as we pass by Sheridan's on Shawnee Mission Parkway, Ella unprompted yet happily exclaims what she wants for dinner.

Ella: "Mom, I want ICE CREAM."
Me: "Not now. Maybe after dinner we can get some ice cream. Mommy has a gift card still to use there, but we do have some ice cream at home."
Ella: "No, ice cream at home makes me sad."

Man, we're created another addict. For the record, we didn't have ice cream tonight. She didn't ask and I didn't offer.