Rachel malapropisms

Yesterday at daycare, Teacher Jennifer gave Rachel some Wheat Thins, which she mispronounced as "weekends."

"I want some more weekends!" she insisted at one point, and Jennifer and I agreed that, oh, honey, wouldn't we all.

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Also last night, Rachel refused to get a bib from her bedroom because I had planned to make chicken and noodles.

"I don't WANT a bib!" she said.
"Why?" I answered.
"'Cuz I'm not eating BABY FOOD!'" she answered indignantly. Guess that is a new rule in our house -- bibs only get worn when baby food is served.

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Rachel started chanting last night something they taught her at school: "Three little monkeys jumpin' on the bed/One fell down and hit his head/Mama call the doctor and the doctor said/No more monkeys jumpin' on the bed!" I can't possibly do her little voice justice with this post; you just have to imagine it.

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This morning on the way to school she announced she wanted to switch roles.
"I Mommy!" she said. "You Rachel!"
"OK, honey," I said.
"I go to work," she said. "I drive. You sit in the back. I drop you off at school."
"What will you do at Mommy's work?" I asked.
"Push buttons on the computer."
"Then what?"
"Go in there," she said, pointing to a parking garage we were driving past.
"Then what?"
"Go to sleep," she said.
"Um, how will Mommy's work get done?" I asked.
She didn't have an answer for that one.