This is what she told Drew last night when she discovered a musical "table" we had inherited from our friends whose toddler had outgrown it. You press buttons on it and it makes music sounds and lights up. Keep in mind that she hasn't used it in, oh, 18 months. Apparently Daddy will handle the money and Mommy will handle...the greenroom food, I suppose. But if I hear of any riders that require me to supply her with only certain colors of M&Ms...she gets a timeout.
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Cute Rachelisms:
Talking about Drew driving to Seattle (he left this morning), Rachel said this last night:
"How about you pack a bag of Hello Kitty Band-Aids in your suitcase?"
"Well, thanks, Rachel, but they have Band-Aids at my place of work," Drew replied.
"If you're driving in the car and you scratch yourself or something, you can just reach in the back and get a Band-Aid!" she said patiently. "You want Hello Kitty? Or princess? Or cupcakes?"
Drew then remarked that Rachel seems to worry about us.
"I always worry about both of you!" she said.
"Why?" Drew asked.
"Because I don't want either of you to be hurting!" she said.
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Rachel last night (to me): Are you sure you don't want chocolate silk pie?
Me: I do, but I'll sacrifice for you.
Drew: That's what parents do -- sacrifice for their children.
Rachel: And that's what children DON'T want to do!
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