I thought I'd start a series about funny conversations with Avery.  She's hilarious and makes us laugh everyday.  I thought we could share the joy!
The other night I am tucking Avery into bed:
Me:  You are SO silly!
Avery:  NO, I'm Avery Barnes!
Me:  You're right.  Am I Mommy Barnes?
Avery:  No, you're Natalie Barnes!
Me: (laughing) Is Daddy Daddy Barnes?
Avery: NO! That's Troy Barnes!
We were making homemade cookies yesterday:
Avery:  OH NO!  OOOOOPS!
Me:  Oh no, what happened?
Avery:  I licked the spoon.  I'm sorry.
Me:  Why did you lick the spoon?  Was it an accident?
Avery:  I put it in my mouth.  It's yummy in my tummy.
Me:  I think we need to learn the difference between an accident and on purpose.
Avery:  Yeah.  It was good.
Me:  I know.
Every night we say the EXACT same dinner prayer and let Avery fill in 3 things that she is thankful for.  Normally she says baby Caris, baby Kinley, Optimus, fruits, or candies.  It's 3 of those 5 things in various orders.  2 nights ago she said this:
Dear God, thank you for a pretty day.  Thank you for Jesus, Cinderella, and Jasmine.  In Jesus' name we pray, AMEN!
She opened her eyes and looked at us and Troy and I almost started crying.  It was SO unexpected and amazing.  I mean, she put Jesus in the same category as 2 Disney Princesses, but she also didn't say any of the 5 things that she normally says.  
I looked at Troy and we both had watery eyes.  Baby girl thanked God for Jesus.  We talked about it later and I was like, "I heard her say 'Dear God, thank you for sending Jesus to die on the cross for me.'"  Now, I know that's not what she actually said, but that's what I heard.  And my heart was singing.
 
What a smart and clever girl you have! Does she go to preschool? She sounds advanced for her age.
ReplyDeleteShe is actually enrolled in.preschool for the fall. I can't believe she's already old enough! She'll go Tuesdays and Thursdays all day.
DeleteSuch a sweet prayer!
ReplyDeletegoose bumps! Awsome job Nat & Troy now thats a BIG joy of parenting for two.
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