Anda Says

No introduction necessary anymore, I think. Here we go.

Anda: Mom, what does my belly say?

Me: I don't know. What does your belly say?

Anda: It says, "Oh, thank you for the treat."

Anda: Why we can't watch (here's the funny part) Lilah Paige NEMO! [parenthetical statement part of the original]

Anda: Is this the airplane port?

Me: Papa is going to put you to bed tonight.

Anda: I want you to!

Me: Papa is really good at putting people to bed.

Papa: I've been putting myself to bed for 54 years. Fifty-four years! Do you know how long that is?

Anda: Um...16?

Nana: How you doing over there Anda?

Anda: CHOCOLATE FROSTING!

Anda: Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, twenty-ten, twenty-eleven, twenty-twelve...

Anda: Mom, why's she a crying baby? 

Anda: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ASTRONAUT

Anda: Monday, Tuesday,  Threesday, Foursday, Fivesday...

Anda: Why do you have a skeleton on your shirt?

Dan: I like skeletons.

Anda: I don't like skeletons. I like princesses. 

Anda: She can't go in her bed because she still has her "pet the pooch" hat on!

Me: What?!

Anda: That's from Belle. 

Anda: Mommy, why Cinderella doesn't brush her teeth? 

Dan: Anda, Mama needs your help in the kitchen. She's making a treat.

Anda: What kind of treat?

Dan: I don't know--muffins, I think.

Anda: That's a lot of sugar

Anda: Remember the other night when I eat chicken?

Me: Yes. I LOVED when you ate chicken.

Anda: But you don't love me when I don't eat chicken? 

Me: No! I love YOU all the time. I just really liked when you ate your chicken. [Thanks for backfiring, positive reinforcement] 

Anda: [praying]...Bless us to eat good food, and our neighbors...

Me: Oh, what did you draw in this picture?

Anda: It's a person doesn't have no friend and the sun. 

Me: You should draw them a friend.

[later]

Me: Who did you draw in the picture?

Anda: [pointing to the new person] That's me, and [pointing to the friendless one] that's you

Anda: [pointing to unicorn] And that's a horsecorn. 

Anda: I drew a picture!

Me: That's beautiful.

Anda: Can you put it on the frigerator and not put it in the garbage while I'm sleeping?

Anda: Am I going to have bad dreams?

Me: No, you'll have good dreams. What do you want to dream about?

Anda: Why not Dooley Dog playing at the river at Seven Peaks?

Me: Anda, what's an Indian?

Anda: They have food. We talked about that in my school. And he's very sad.

Me: Why is he very sad?

Anda: Because all his friends died. 

Anda: [pretending we are all dragons] Mom, if you are going to go outside to houses or church, you might want to fly your wings. 

[Anda is running laps around the kitchen, high-fiving Dan when she passes him]

Dan: Ok, this is the last one, so make it count.

Anda: [stops and points to each of his fingers] One, two, three, four, five, six...