"Paisley Says"

and more Paisley-isms for the books.

with baby questions on her mind...

P: "why you growing a baby in your tummy?"

Me: B/c mister john and i thought it would be nice to have a baby."

she doesn't completely seem satisfied.

...

P: "i don't want to bbsit your baby."

Me: "that's ok you don't have to. ill take care of that."

P: "your baby will eat all my toys."

Me: "no i wont let my baby do that.

they will only eat food."

(ha! aka and everything else they muster in their mouth...)

P: "i don't want your baby to eat all my food."

Me: "ill just be giving the baby milk."

P: "make sure it doesn't drink all my warm milk."

Me: "i will give the baby my own warm milk."

seems satisfied.

so funny.

i then ask if it's a girl or a boy?

she pauses and says

"it's a durl (girl)."

Me: "what should we name it?"

P: "charlotte."

Me: "that's a pretty name."

P: "what will the whole name be?"

Me: "i don't know we haven't decided. what do you think?"

P: "i think you should name it miss tawen raisins."

She goes on to talk about Charlotte and starts calling her Charlie.

Little does she know that I used to be obsessed 

with naming my daughter Charlotte and calling her Charlie.

(this is pre-john some time ago,

 but i still find it a funny coincidence that it was the name she chose).