Rebecca-isms

Some recent things Rebecca has said that have made us laugh.

On Monday, we were getting the day started with breakfast and getting dressed and ready for the day. Rebecca asked, out of nowhere, "wonder what Jesus is doing right now." I said, "I don't know. What do you think Jesus is doing this morning?" Rebecca tapped her finger to her chin and paused before saying, "well, I thin He is eating breakfast." so I asked, "what does Jesus eat for breakfast." quickly, she responded, "Well, He probably eats stuff like eggs and yogurt...but I like pancakes!"

Grammy told me to tell Rebecca that Shakespeare had been getting into her button jar and turning it over.  Then Grammy would have to pick the buttons up and put them back.  He had done it a couple of times, seemingly on purpose.  I related this story to Rebecca and said, "Can you believe Shakespeare did that?"  She laughed and slapped her hands on her knee.  Then she looked at me incredulously and put her hands out in a questioning way and said, "Well, he can't pick it up!  He's a dog!  He don't have hands!"  Clearly, she thought the only logical thing was for Grammy to continue picking up the buttons after Shakespeare spills them.

Speaking of dogs, when Rebecca decides that a dog is favored, it can do no wrong.  Clearly, Shakespeare falls into this category.  At our house, it is Sydney who is her beloved dog.  She loves Paddington too, but Paddy has a body odor problem that makes him socially awkward.  Furthermore, he has a tendency to steal food.  Thus, Rebecca is more skeptical of Paddington's motives.  Sydney also adores Rebecca.  If Rebecca gets put in time out, Sydney goes and stands next to her and looks at me defiantly. (I always picture Sydney giving me the bird with her paw).  Paddington and Sydney can both do something they shouldn't.  However, Rebecca will blame Paddington for being a bad dog, whereas she will find a way to explain away Sydney's bad behavior.  While we were in Tennessee, Sydney killed two rats outside and deposited them on our downstairs tile floor for Ramy.  When I told Rebecca about it, I said, "Can you believe Sydney did that?"  Rebecca smiled sweetly and said, "I think it's because she misses me!" 

On Sunday, Rebecca asked me in the car, "How does God paint the sky?". Trying to think quickly, I said, "Oh, I think God has a huge paintbrush." Rebecca looked a little skeptical and said knowingly, "well, if He drops it, it's going to hit somebody."

Rebecca is obsessed with Spiderman.  See here.  Ramy is her Spiderman.  She is Spidergirl.  However, she decided that I was Iron Woman.  I assumed this was because Iron Man ("Spiderman's fray-und") was married to Iron Woman and thus a justified superhero for me.  Because I fancied myself to be Wonder Woman, I suggested maybe that Wonder Woman could be my super alter-ego.  Rebecca said, "No, you're Iron Woman!  You iron the clothes!" 

One day, Rebecca had a touch of either a cold or allergies and had coughed probably a dozen times.  I commented about her cough.  She heaved a big sigh and said, "Well, I think it's because I've been eating too much coffee ice cream with Daddy."

The sweetest thing came on Tuesday when I said prayers with Rebecca.  She said, "I talk to Jesus at night.  Then he gives me a hug in my heart!"