Beth: [age 4] "Let's play a game."
Me: "Okay. What do you want to play?"
Beth: "Let's play that aliens are attacking us. And we're tigers who have to fight them. And I'm your sidekick."
Me: "That sounds cool. Do we have names?"
Beth: "Yes! Your name is Azore."
Me: "Azore... that sounds cool. So what's your name?"
Beth: "Scratchypants."
Me: "Scratchypants? My sidekick's name is Scratchypants?"
Beth: "If this is going to be a problem, then maybe you should find a new sidekick."
"THIS! THIS RIGHT HERE! This is the last piece of french toast alive on earth, and IT’S ALL MINE! MINE MINE MINE!"

— Beth, age 4, while holding a bite of french toast on the end of her fork above her head like a champion’s Olympic torch. She then devoured it and began cackling maniacally.

"It’s not a weed, it’s just wild. Sometimes flowers need to be wild, and being wild makes them even more beautiful."

— Beth, age 4, trying to convince me to not pull up a dandelion

"Sometimes, there are questions with no answers, but you have to ask them anyway."

— Beth, age 4

A Daddy's Letter to His Little Girl (About Her Future Husband)

lettersforharper:

I really loved this letter because it is so true.  And it’s relevant not only as future advice to little girls, but it is present advice to big girls.  I hope I can convey these messages to Harper as she grows.

Totally agreed.

“Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to ‘keep him interested’ … your only task is to know deeply in your soul — in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego — that you are worthy of interest.” Amen!

Luke: [age 8] "There's the girl next door."
Me: "Girl?"
Luke: "See? Over there by the dog?"
Me: "Yeah, she lives next door, but she's older than your grandmother."
Luke: [shrugs] "So she's an old girl!"