I took the kids to the park a couple weekends ago.  K. spent a lot of time lying down; when I asked her if she was okay, she said, "I'm being Emily, and this is where she died." (She watched Corpse Bride recently.)

K., showing me a little yellow flower the other day: "I'm going to let it close and be dead. Because I like my little zombie flower!"

Last night I put K. to bed. I saw that she had two sippy cups in her bed so I took the old one out with me, leaving her with her favorite (pink) one with fresh water and ice in it. About half a minute later I hear her wailing hysterically. I go back in and ask what is going on. She sobs, "You took away the green sippy cup, and that one had all my ( Read more... )