“It’s as clean as a button”1.
“She’s so tired that her head could pop off!”
“Mommy says a lot of bad words.” To which my dad asked, “Does Aunt Beth say bad words?” To which my niece replied, “No. Only your other daughter.”
And my personal favourite was this conversation that we had while she was painting and I was uploading pictures to Flickr:
“Lugubrious,” she said, pretty much out of nowhere.
“What’s that mean?” I said, thinking that it was a word she’d made up, sort of like the name Sposheila2.
She looked at me very seriously: “Lugubrious3 means miserable. My teacher taught me that.”
1Apparently she likes to attempt similies, but doesn’t always get them quite right. My sister tells me that one day she walked into the living room, which had just been cleaned and said, “This living room is as clean as a horse in a living room!”
2Her toys are often named Sposheila. Or Sholo.
3Pretty much everyone I’ve told this story too has said, “Lugubrious is not a word.” But it is. I looked it up.
2I love that “miserable” is the word she uses to dumb down the other word to explain it to people. Because “miserable” is a pretty big word in itself. Especially when she could just say “sad.”