I think I passed a major milestone as a parent and I just wanted to blog it so that I didn’t forget this magical moment. Evie gave me my first “I don’t love you!” when I was trying to force her to go potty against her will. I imagine this will be the first of many, in fact, I’ve already gotten an “I don’t like you” since then.

There have been a few humorous ones as well:

“When Jen and Derek were here and Daddy catch me [by the face because I fell down the stairs because I was trying to look at Jen and Derek instead of watching where I was going]. I want to do it again!” She has made this statement many times and we’ve had many long talks about why we don’t want to fall down the stairs.

Thanks to Grandma Kathy, Evie insists that she needs to put her “deoder on” because she doesn’t want to “stink”. Sara spend quite a while convincing her she didn’t, in fact, stink.

Finally, this happened awhile ago, but Evie has a book in which a girl goes to the doctor with an injured arm. Knowing that Evie has vivid memories of her own trip to the doctor with an injured arm, Sara asked her, “Why is the girl crying?” Evie responded, “Because she has pony tails!”

In completely unrelated, horrific death news, a man died Wednesday after he fell into an 8 foot vat of molten chocolate. I had a lot of really bad jokes about death by chocolate, rogue oompa-loompas, etc. but I decided it was too soon.