We keep a little journal of things that our daughter, Isella (pronounced EE-Sella), says, Sometimes she has us cracken up and other times just in awe of the way her mind works.
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Isella: That’s a cantaloupe (pointing to what she thought was an antelope).
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Isella: Papa, where is Jesus Right now?
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Isella: What are you doing?
Wendy: checking to see if the dishwasher is clean or dirty. What are you doing Isella?
Isella: I’m just hanging out.
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Isella: I love faces. My face is furry. (She got that from Elmo, I think).
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Tony: I’m going to eat cereal.
Isella: Good for you, Papa!
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Isella at chiropractor’s office, after watching Wendy get an “adjustment” she says: "Mommy has BONES."
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Isella: Daddy’s going to work and taking his feet.
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Isella: Happy Mothers’ day Daddy. (a week after the actual mothers’ day).
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Isella: Mommy what are you making for dinner?
My wife: Pasta with broccoli and sausage…
Isella: and syrrruuuppp!
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Me: Please be careful on the trampoline
Isella: If I fall down a Doctor can help me and look in my ears.
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Me: What do you want for lunch?
Isella: DINNNEEERRRR!!!
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Me: What story should we tell tonight?
Isella: Let's talk about a dog named Barb.
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