Rachel: What are we having for dinner tonight?
Me: I think daddy is fixing a frozen pizza for us.
Rachel: I don’t like that…I like warm pizza.
Rachel: Daddy, I love your smell…
Michael: Really?
Rachel: You smell like raspberries…
(We both got a good laugh out of that one…)
The other night, I was putting Rachel to bed. She remembered she wanted one of her babies to go to bed with her and Pooh was already in her bed.
Rachel: I have to go down and get somebody.
Me: Who?
Rachel: He’s in my bed.
Me: I know, but who?
Rachel: (Obviously getting frustrated for having to repeat herself) HE’S ALREADY IN MY BED!!!
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