Ellen-isms

Without further ado .... she's back!

Ellen, gargling her water in the backseat ...
Me: Ellen. Cut it out.
Ellen: Argh. I'm a gargoyle!

Ellen on a walk with Erik - walked over the storm drain down the street with the fish painted on top and a sign that says "No Dumping".
Ellen: Dad - I know what that says.
Erik: Oh, really?
Ellen: Sharks Nearby. Be Aware.

- Ellen, come tell Georgia goodnight.
"Goodnight, Georgie. I love you more than a hot dog."

Ellen talking about Papa's work clothes:
"You know, they are like a Children's Mercy outfit for old people" (i.e. scrubs).

Georgia sits in her high chair while we eat dinner and I generally lay a whole field of tiny food in front of her and set gets about 30% in her mouth and 70% on the floor. I told Ellen we needed a dog to clean it up. (No, we are not getting a dog).
Erik: Ells - what kind of dog should we get?
Ellen: I know. A German Pepper.

Ellen, banging on the railings upstairs after bed:
Me: You are going to lose your last token (bedtime incentive), is that what you want?
Ellen: Yes. I ... uh... uh ...
Me: Seems like you don't need anything.
Ellen: I do, I do. I'm ... uh ... uh ... just thinking. Just a minute.
Me: ...........
Ellen: AHA! I need you to ... uh ... scratch my ear.
Me: You can scratch your own ear.
Ellen: No, I can't. It's on the inside.
Me: (gross)

Driving home, the lady in the car next to us at the stoplight is smoking.
Ellen: Pssst. Mom. That lady is smoking.
Me: Yes, I see.
E: That's not a very good diet.
M: Habit.
E: It's not a healthy choice. A healthier choice would be carrots or celery. Or a turnip.

Aunt Betsy came back from a week in NYC with our cousin and her new little boy, Oliver. Betsy was playing with Georgia and said, "Yep, Georgia is definitely lighter than Oliver."
Ellen, playing the iPad in the corner, just casually says - "So, how dark is Oliver?"

Erik generally snuggles with Ellen at bedtime and feeds into her every whim. I think they both love it. Sooo ... when he is gone at bedtime, I usually don't get it quite right.
Last night:
Ellen: Mom - will you scratch my back?
Me: Sure.
E: Ok, ok. Under under under. (under her shirt)
M: (scratching)
E: No, not your fingers. Use your claw hands.
M: (whatever)
E: Your nails are sharp, girl!!

Ellen was helping me bathe Georgia and she came up behind me and did that slow pat on my back like adults do, basically meaning "Take it all in. This is good stuff."
She says, "Just like an old day."
Me - what do you mean?
"The days are passing, quicker than a rabbit."
Ahh, yes, that they are.