Happy fourth birthday, sunshine. Unsurprisingly, your time as a three-year-old has changed our world.
With continued evolution in her speech, imagination, and humour, there’s no reason not to relive another year of Kitara quotes between her third and fourth birthdays . . .
Quoth Kitara: (picking up another birthday present) Look, Papa! I won something else!
Quoth Kitara: Something’s stuck in my mind that I don’t think about. A lion. Something’s stuck in my head that goes moo. A cow.
Quoth Kitara: Mama! Papa! . . . Mapa!
Quoth Kitara: Ahoy there! Ahoy there! Hee hee hee. Silly pirate!
Quoth Kitara: Mama, why is this splendid day coming to an end?
Quoth Kitara: (quietly, while Kairi is hugging her) Too much love . . .
Kitara: Yay for proud of myself!
Quoth Kitara: (seeing what Mama is making her for a snack) A rice cracker? That blows my mind!
Quoth Kitara: I love you in the head.
Kairi: I love you in September.
Kitara: I love you away from the TV.
Both: *raucous giggles, punctuated by hiccups*
Quoth Kitara: (butterfly net in hand) Excuse me, would you help me deal with the elephant, please?
Kitara: Mama, did you know that helicopters can poop?
Quoth Kitara: I will sit on you with my terrible bum!
Quoth Kitara: (while Mama is talking) Shut it, Mama!
Mama: I beg your pardon? What did you say to me?
Kitara: *holds up Ziploc bag of markers* Would you shut this bag please, Mama?
Quoth Kitara: Those are the most AMAZING lights I’ve ever heard for days!
Quoth Kitara: (while being tickled) Not today! Not today!
Quoth Kitara: Why do people sometimes cheese grate their hands?
Quoth Kitara: Don’t argument at me!
Quoth Kitara: (to a blank book of notepaper) Excuse me. Can I have a Kleenex sandwich with a rice and Debbie?
Quoth Kitara: Ummm, Papa? You’re wearing Mama’s robe.
Papa: Yeah . . . I spilled tea on mine.
Kitara: Papa, you look pretty.
Quoth Kitara: As soon as A.S.P.!
Quoth Kitara: Mama, I made a wish for you. I’ll keep my wish safe for you in my pocket. And when I go to sleep, it will fly out of my pocket, and fly into your heart. But only for the visually impaired!
Quoth our front doorbell: *BOIOING!*
Kitara: Again with the boinging!
Quoth Kitara: Papa, would you read this book to me, please?
Papa: Of course, honey. Just let me get my tea first.
Kitara: You’ll be multitasking, Papa!
Quoth Kitara: Mama, you win a blueberry pie AND a cookie. Mama, you win TWO prizes. AND A PUPPY!
Quoth Kitara: Where’s Mama?
Papa: Out doing some shopping.
Kitara: What??!? Out in the night?
Quoth Kitara: *from her bed* Papa? Do you know the best part of night?
Papa: Tell me, love.
Kitara: *speaking to me as if I was a baby* The part where Mama…leaves the kitchen light…ON.
Quoth Kitara: I’m naked outside! No one can see the butt of my face!
Quoth Kitara: Listen to the radio, Mama! Serena Ryder, Stompa!
Quoth Kitara: (excitedly) You look absolutely . . . familiar!
Quoth Kitara: (arriving with play food) Papa! I brought a snack for you.
Papa: Oh, thank you!
Kitara: No no no no no. This is for me.
Quoth Kitara: Mama, I love you more than I don’t love you.
Quoth Kitara: Look how pink the sky is, Papa!
Papa: Must be sunset.
Kitara: Um, no Papa. It’s just called pink.
Quoth Kitara: (the moment she sits on the toilet) BANZAIII!
Quoth Kitara: *banging on her drumset* Nothing can go Congo, I’m in the wrong-go!
Quoth Kitara: Mama? I’d like to be a cowboy. Please?
Quoth Kitara: (upon getting her breakfast of Cheerios and Rice Krispies) Oh, yummy yummy yummy! I’ve been wanting this ALL DAY!
Quoth Kitara: You made that leg drop thud sound that woke me up.
Quoth Kitara: *to the tune of Part of Your World* Stubbing your toes, you don’t get too far . . .
Quoth Kitara: Hi. Mama. I love you so much. I love you even when I love Papa!
Quoth Kitara: (looking at the toothpaste on her toothbrush) Mm! Ice cream soap!
Quoth Kitara: (out of nowhere) EVERYBODY, SPOONS UP!
Quoth Kitara: Papa! You scared me! *softly* You broke my heart.
Happy four, wee ninja. Love, mama and papa.
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