My little funny girl.

Today was one of those days when I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming. Claire was saying some of the funniest things and I just had to share. First off, she decided that she does not want to be Superman for Halloween. She put on one of Cohen's winter hats from last year, (the kind with a chin strap) and told me that she was...and I quote..."A world war one flying ace." That's what she wants to be. So now I get to search for a "world war one flying ace" costume. Any ideas? Then she wanted to get into Cohen's crib because it would "make a great plane." There was a blanket and a stuffed animal in there. She asked me to "Adios this stuff Mom." Really? Thanks Dora. Then I heard her telling her brother, "Don't worry little brother, I will always protect you." Sounds nice enough but I'm no spring chicken. I know she is just lulling him into a false sense of security! Poor guy, never even sees it coming. It won't be long though and he will get even. I'd say that a 35 pound 1 year old could probably pack quite a punch. He's going to have to.