Rachel sayings

Tonight, Rachel wanted to sit in the car eating raisins while I unloaded everything and changed into my cruddy mommy clothes. When I returned, she said this:

Rachel: Did you put your coat away?
Me (chuckling) Yes, Rachel!
Rachel: That's good. Good job, Mommy!

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Last night we got on the subject of "The Nutracker" after she asked me about what I did Saturday night, and I explained I had been to a fundraiser for the ballet, and would she like to see "The Nutracker" this winter? She said yes. I then proceeded to tell her the story about a little girl...
"What's her name?" Rachel asked.
"Clara," I continued. She got a nutcracker for her birthday, and her brother broke it, and Clara tended it carefully and she had a dream that mice were attacking, and the nutcracker changed into a prince, and Clara killed the Mice King, and the prince thanked her, and he took her to the land of sweets where they got to eat candy.
Rachel listened attentively. Her questions:

"Is the Nutcracker a boy or a girl?"
"A boy, Rachel," I answered.
"Does he have a belly button?" she asked.
"Yes, he does, sweetie!" I said, laughing.

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She has taken to singing a one-word song called "Mommy" to the tune of Frere Jacques. It goes, "Mommymommymommymommymommymommy...." etc. Then I usually join in and add, "Rachel, Rachel, Rachel Rachel...." and then she adds "Daddy daddy daddy daddy...." It ends up sounding quite silly!

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Rachel was asking what I was going to eat for dinner tonight and insisted I take some of her tortellini as a side dish.
"Are you worried about me?" I asked.
"Yes," Rachel said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because," Rachel answered.
"Because why?" I asked, expecting a warm and fuzzy answer like, "I love you!" "I need you!" Instead, I got this:
"I still need some Tylenol!"

(I finally gave her some; she claims she's had a headache for the past two days. Hope she feels better tomorrow.