I need a sister.

After waking her up to go potty at 1 in the morning....
Michela- Daddy, I want a sister.
Me- (totally thrown off) You do? Why?
Michela- Because, I love Leighton(our Niece)
Me- Why does that mean you need a sister?
Michela- Because Leighton doesn't live with us. I need a sister who lives with us.
Me- What happens if Mommy and Daddy have a baby and it is a boy?
Michela- I will love him too.


Special doesn't even begin to describe her greatness.

I don't know!

After being woken up by Michela at 7:05 in the morning I said...
Michela- Daddy, Wake up!
Me- Huh? What time is it?
Michela- I don't know! I don't read time!
Me- Oh, Fair enough.

I gotta dance!

Michela- Daddy, I think I need to dance.
Me- Go ahead, dance.
Michela- No, I mean I need to take dance lessons.
Me- You will soon, baby. Right now you are learning piano.
Michela- BUT DAD! I want to dance! I don't even play piano!
Me- Yes you do. You go every Friday.
Michela- I know, but I don't really play piano. I play the colors and the scales. But I can't play Sir Duke.                        Maybe I will when I grow up, but I can't yet. I can dance to Sir Duke though!
Me- That's true. As long as you work hard, you'll get it. (trying to sound encouraging and profound to a 3 year old)
Michela- (after a huge sigh)(under her breath) Ugh, I just wanna dance.

I Need My Own Husband

Me- Michela! I love you! (from the living room)
Michela- I know. I love you too! (from her bedroom, where she was playing with her dinosaurs)
Me- Good! I love you a ton!
Michela- I know. I don't.
Me- What? You don't love me a lot?
Michela- No. I can't.
Me- Why? ( at this point, I'm alarmed and slightly hurt)
Michela- Because I'm your daughter. I can't love you as much as Mommy. Mommy loves you a lot.
Me- You can still love me a lot.
Michela- No, I can't! I need my own husband!

Go to my FB page to see the video that caused all of this!

No I didn't! Yes you did!

Me- Holy Crap!
Michela- Dad! Don't say that word! It's a bad word!
Me- What is?
Michela- Crap.
Me- Who told you that? Was it Amanda?
Amanda- No it was not!
Michela- Yes it was! You told me when I went to visit your office.
Me- HA!

It Hurts Her!

Michela- (outside of HEB) Dad, why do people throw their trash on the ground?
Me- I'm not sure baby, but it isn' a very nice thing to do, is it?
Michela- No. They need to stop. We have to tell them, Dad!
Me- Well, tell them.
Michela- Lady!
Lady- Hello!
Michela- You have to stop throwing your trash on the ground!
Lady- Oh! I'm so sorry!
Michela- C'mon,  the trash can is right over there! You have to throw it in the trash can!
Lady- Oh geez, I'm sorry!
Michela- You're hurting mother earth(Fantasia 2000 reference)!
Lady- You're so cute...
Michela- So is Mother Earth. Stop hurting her.