dinner

dinner has lately been a battle with sage (if she isn't starving). A recent conversation with her and Monique.

Monique: Sage, you need to eat you dinner, otherwise you can't have any desert.

Sage: I Know. What if I put my dinner on top of my pie?


If Sage ever says "I know", you can assume that she this is to be followed by a crazy concocted scheme to avoid dinner and get her desert asap.

pajama christmas party at nana and grampy's

whole lot of red here

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Spanish

Lately, Sage has been talking a ton. Some of her words don't make any
sense.

Sage: Guggehiieheha

Monique: Sage, I don't know what that word means.

Sage: It's Spanish.

three-year olds, geeze

Sage and her Dad went to the store to get a bunch of ingredients for Monique's birthday the next morning. We were going to cook her a special breakfast. So, we got some coffee beans and had them ground, which Sage always enjoys watching.

Shortly thereafter, Sage asks: "Dad, now that me three, can I drink coffee now"

Jon: "Well honey, it wouldn't really be good for you. It might make you short."

Sage: "Me tall, me not short."

Jon: "Well, coffee isn't good for little girls, but maybe we can try some decaf, which is coffee without the bad stuff."

Sage: "Okay, me drink some dat."

So, I gave her a sip of coffee at breakfast this morning and she said she liked it, but then didn't want any moe.