She Cracks Me Up

Agent Seven Two Zero, that is:

 

She's been hilarious across the last couple of weeks.

First, she came home from a trip to Barnes & Noble with her brother and her dad and screamed, "I bought a spy kit AND IT COMES WITH A FAKE MOUSTACHE!" A few minutes later she sidled up to me and said, "You have to call me Agent Seven Two Zero, because that's my spy name." Thus far, spying has consisted of dressing up. No actual spying has occurred. 

Second, there's a new verb conjugation in our house. Sadie is constantly "make suring" the lights are turned out, or that she's gotten the right answer, or that the door is closed.

Third, I've been contemplating reorganizing the playroom now that the kids are getting older. I started to share my plan with the kids, which began with, "Remember those Expedit bookcases at IKEA that had all the cubes?" About two paragraphs later, Sadie interrupted me and said, "I'm sorry, mom, I haven't been listening. After you said IKEA I started thinking about IKEA and then I started thinking about Swedish meatballs...mmm...Swedish meatballs..." Clearly, IKEA means different things to different people. I drool over the Expedit and its cheap price tag and potential for organization and Sadie drools over meatballs. For added context, when I asked the kids last week where they wanted to go out to dinner, they yelled, "IKEA!" It took a while for me to convince them that IKEA's main identity, is not, in fact, a restaurant, and most certainly is not a destination restaurant, at least not in my world!

I can't wait to see what she comes up with this week! :)