Comet, the Magic Dog

We were taking Comet for a walk, on our way to the Cow ice cream store. Comet stopped to pee, and K bent down and peered underneath her. "I saw the pishy coming out," he announced. D didn't notice--or so I thought, until a few days later, when he announced out of the blue, "Comet is a magic dog, because she makes pishy and doo-doo out of the same hole!"

Free at Last

It was Erev Yom Kippur, and my daughter was in the hospital having given birth to her daughter the previous day, so K and D were having dinner with us at our house before the fast. Uncle A brought a can of Cherry 7-Up to the table, and immediately the kids started clamoring (OK, whining) for "pop." We told them they could have pop after they ate, but that, of course, was an unsatisfactory answer, as far as they were concerned. Papa told them that when he was a little boy, he never had pop ("soda," to the rest of us) until the end of the meal.
"My Mommy didn't let me have pop until I finished eating," he explained, "because she didn't want me to fill up my tummy with pop and then not have room for my healthy food."
K considered this for a moment, and then said casually, "But she died."
The 5 adults at the table all choked on our soup simultaneously, and Papa managed to splutter, "Yes, she did," wondering where this was leading.
"So now you don't have to listen to her any more," K continued. "Now you can do whatever you want!"

What's So Special About That?

We were in the car, driving home from picking up Aunt I at the airport, when Daddy called with the news of the birth of his daughter. K & D were with us, and they reacted to the news with grins but not much else (not surprising, considering that they didn't yet really know what having a baby sister was all about.) As we continued driving, I noticed that D was falling asleep--and 4 PM is not the most desirable time of day for a 3-year-old to nap. I remembered that I had 2 lollipops in my purse, so I asked Aunt I to give them to the kids, knowing that a lollipop would keep D awake for at least a few minutes.
When the kids finished the lollipops, they asked for more (naturally.) I said, "No more lollipops. Usually we only have lollipops on Shabbos, but today you got lollipops because it's a special day." There was no response from either of the kids, so I asked them, "Why is today a special day?"
D answered, "Because we got lollipops!"