Kacya, the almost four-year-old tells me her dream: “I had a lovely dream. The whole family went to Slide World. We went down a giant slide, and there were puppies at the bottom. Left to the pirate ship, but we went straight to Candy World. Dad said we could only eat one piece of candy…”
I ask Kacya to tell me her dream:
“It was nowhere land. No trees, no squirrels, no nuts, no sky, no Halloween, no me. Nothing.”
Kacya tells a story about our family living in a little house and a tree falls on the house so they plant a black tree. I ask, ”Isn’t blue your favorite color?”
“Yes, but the Kacya in the story likes black.”
Kacya dreams she is a bird. She flies down to eat fish.
Kacya wants to be a pilot when she grows up so she can look down on all the little things.
Kacya tells a joke: “How does the vampire walk on his hands? With hands on his ears.”
The running joke: Kacya sits on the toilet with her shorts on and pretends to go to the bathroom. She calls us in to wipe her. “I tricked you!”
Kacya tells us: “I’m ready for preschool. I know everything.”
Kacya hears a French song. “I know Dora (Spanish). Oreo and ariba, ariba.”
Kacya writes a note to her new cousin: “Your hair is so short and you’re tiny like an ant. The end.”
Allyn tells Kacya that playing games on the phone isn’t healthy. “Not healthy? But I’m not going to eat it,” Kacya replies.
Kacya draws a picture entitled “Seven Noses in a Forest.” (picture below)
Kacya and Kyva pick raspberries. “Let’s do a puppet show,” says Kacya, and they stick raspberries on their fingers.
I ask Kacya what she wants on her sandwich: “potatoes, broccoli, and salad,” she replies.
At the dinner table, Kyva, the two-year-old, says, “More broccoli, please.”
“Keep the bowl on the table,” I tell Kyva.
“Why?” she asks.
“I don’t want the blueberries to fall.”
“Ohhhh.” [Why is her new favorite word]
Kyva walks in the room and pulls on my pants. “Es-tion.”
“What’s your question?”
Kyva hurts her toe. She bends over and gives it a big kiss, “Muuah.”
She frequently says, “want to,” shaking her head, “uh, uh, want to.”
“A, E, I, O, U,” I say.
“A, E, I, Me,” Kyva replies.
Later, she pretends to read, “A, E, O, Dada.”