According to Greta

Greta has gotten into the convenient habit of having 

breakfast (waffles) in the car on her way to school. 

By the time I pick her up after school it is usually

her snack time, 

so I offer her something left over from her lunch on the way home.

I really hadn't thought much of it until recently.

Now, every time I get her buckled into her seat, 

she says: EAT THE CAR, MOMMY? EAT THE CAR.

Needless to say, she now thinks the car is a diner.

The other day we went to H&M for a little shopping trip.

The one in own has an elevator near the checkout line.

We were in line waiting to make a purchase.

Greta: Mommy, that man is elegator.

Me: You see an alligator? 

Looking around for an alligator print.

Greta: No, Mommy. That man is elegator.

Me:

Greta: Elegator, Mommy. Elegator.

She points to a man waiting by the elevator.

Me: Oh, yes, Greta. That man is waiting for the eleVator.

While holding GG in a tank top, 

she started rubbing my arm. 

Her fingers found their way to my armpit.

Greta: Yucky.

Me:

Greta: Arm, Mommy. Yucky.

Me: My armpit is yucky?

Greta: It's diiiiiiirty.

At a stoplight (I swear), I checked my phone.

Greta: No texting, Mommy!

The other day I took Greta's picture and my phone's flash went off.

Greta: Uh-oh, Mommy, THUNDER!

Me: Greta, I think you mean lightning, but it was just Mommy's flash.

Greta: No, Mommy, THUNDER!