Overheard, Part Deux

Mama: What’s the most important part of being pretty?
Sabrina: Pretty on the inside!
Mama: That’s right. What is most important is in your heart and mind . . .
Sabrina: And lungs!

Erik (responding to an email about our finances): Why don't we have Sabrina look for nickels around the house this afternoon? If she finds one we can huddle around it and bury it like squirrels.

(Sabrina and Mama are talking after Sabrina has thrown a tantrum. Sabrina didn't want to brush her teeth.)
Mama: Why do I make you brush your teeth?
Sabrina: To keep them strong and healthy. So we won’t have to get a flu shot in our teeth!

Sabrina (pointing to a thermometer): What’s that?
Mama: What?
Sabrina: I think it’s a me-mom-eter!

(Mama is upset that she had to call an electrician to help install a light.)
Sabrina (in a soothing voice): You did a good job on the entryway light, Mama. You didn’t need any help with that one.

(Linnea has a cold, and is asleep but snoring and making a ridiculous racket.)
Mama (joking): What is that noise Linnea is making?!
Sabrina (giggling): She’s sleeping.
Mama: What?! I don’t make that noise when I sleep.
Sabrina: Oma does!

(Mama has been gone, and comes home to find Sabrina and Daddy building with blocks.)
Sabrina: Look Mama! I made a castle! I builded a waterfall and a gate—to keep the commoners out!
Mama: That’s great, Sabrina. Good job!
Sabrina: What’s a commoner?
Mama: It’s someone who isn’t royalty. Like Daddy.

(Linnea has been sick and getting a lot of attention.)
Sabrina: We need Linnea to hurry and grow up so that I can get more Mama snuggles.

(Sabrina is wearing a white dress and has a white dishcloth on her head.)
Sabrina: I’m a bride. I’m getting married.
Mama: How nice.
Sabrina: I have a newborn baby 'Nea in my tummy.
Mama: Then it’s a good thing you’re getting married.

(Linnea Screams.)
Erik: Linnea, did you wake up on the wrong side of Mommy this morning?

(Sabrina is putting together an outfit that involves four different shades of pink. It actually hurts Mama’s eyes to look at it.)
Mama: You may not wear that outfit.
Sabrina: Why not?
Erik (from the other room): Because it looks cheap!

(Sabrina climbs into Mama’s bed early in the morning, and promptly starts crying.)
Sabrina (wailing): Something smelly is in my nose!
Mama: Really?
Sabrina (still wailing): Something smelly is STILL in my nose. And it’s coming from your mouth!