A few more good ones…

Can you by me some garments?
B: You know what? Yours and daddy’s garments go in the drawer in your room.
T: Yes they do.
B: Do you think you could buy me some garments? For my birthday?
T: Um. Well, you have to be a big like mommy or daddy before you get garments.
B: I’ll be a big mommy.
T: Ok. After you are big you’ll get them when you go to the temple.
B: Okay. Can we go to the temple?
T: Do you know how you have underwear?
B: Yea.
T: With princesses?
B: Yea.
T: Well, daddy and I don’t have underwear like that that fits us. Instead we have garments. Its like our underwear.
B: Oh. If you need some underwear you can just say please and borrow mine.
T: Thank You.

So Jesus can look for my little stuff with me
Bridget has a gallon-sized bag that she filled with random small toys. She calls it her “little stuff” and she frequently hides it “so no little kids can get it” (even when no little kids are here playing). And, she regularly forgets where she hides it. Alas!
B: Hey mom!
T: Yea?
B: I just said a prayer so Jesus could look for my little stuff with me.
T: Ok. Good. After your nap you and Jesus can look for it then.
B: Okay. Good night.
T: Good night.

When I die, Chris can have my toys
B: Um, when I die, Chris can have my toys.
T: What? Chris? When you die? What are you talking about?
B: When I die he can have them.
T: I don’t want you to die.
B: I won’t. But if you leave me, I will.
T: I won’t leave you then.
B: But if you go somewhere and you don’t take me with you then I will die.
T: Oh really.
B: Yea, I will just die. And then Chris can have my toys.
T: You’re not going to die.

How did Spencer get in there?
Talking about (and to) her unborn brother…
B: I can feel him move. He wants to play with me.
T: Yea, he probably does.
B: “Spencer, are you going to come out of there?” …I really want him to come out.
T: So do I. But he’ll be in there a little while still.
B: How did Spencer get in there?
T: What?
B: How did he get into your tummy?
T: Oh. Daddy put him there.
B: Why?
T: Because he wanted us to have a baby.
D: (giving me a strange glance) I liked you so much that I wanted to have another kid just like you.
B: Oh. But, why?
T: Because then we could have two really cool kids. One Bridget and one Spencer.
B: Yea, two kids.

Where did Daddy get you?
B: Where did we get Lucy?
T: Well, daddy got her. A lady just asked daddy, “Do you want to buy my dog?” and daddy said, “sure”
B: (To Lucy) We got you from a lady.
A few minutes later…
B: Where did daddy get you?
T: Huh. Where did daddy get me?
B: Yea.
T: Daddy just found me, and he married me.
B: You were lost?
T: Not exactly. Its kind of hard to explain.
B: Oh. (a couple of moments of thoughtful silence) When daddy comes home, he’s going to hide. Then I’m going to find him and marry him.
T: Oh really. How are you going to marry him?
B: I’m just going to take him to the temple. The Logan Temple. And marry him.
T: How exciting.
Later that day, to daddy…
B: I’m so glad you found mommy, so she isn’t lost anymore.
D: Huh? (looking to me for explanation)
T: (explains things)
D: I’m glad I found mommy too.
B: Later, when you get lost, I will find you and marry you.
D: Oh really.
B: Yea. I will.

Two Moons
B: Look, the moon!
T: Yep, that is the moon. It looks pretty cool, doesn’t it?
B: Its on top of the mountain. Silly moon. And when it comes down lower and lower, I will be able to touch it.
T: Probably not, but that would be pretty neat.
B: Yea, it would.
Later, during the same drive…
B: Look. I saw the moon again. Two moons.
T: No, there’s only one moon. You just saw it twice.
B: No, there are two moons.
T: Actually there isn’t. It just looks like its in a different place.
B: (getting mad) TWO! I saw two moons. There are two moons. Not one moon. Two moons.
T: You think there are two moons, do you?
B: Yea.
T: Ok.

Just my teeth
T: Is there something in your mouth? What are you eating?
B: I’m not eating anything.
A few minutes later…
Marissa: Bridget, what’s in your mouth?
B: Not anything. Just my teeth.

Later, when I get married
This conversation took place almost a week after the initial “Where did Daddy get you” conversation.
B: Later, when I get married…
T: Wait. You’re going to get married? Who is going to marry you?
B: Daddy. When I get lost daddy will find me and he will marry me.
T: Oh.
B: And later you can eat a cupcake at my wedding.
T: I can? Are you and daddy going to have a cupcake too?
B: No, just you.