Not your problem

Ruby was pushing her stroller down the sidewalk the other day, because whoever heard of a 2 year old that will just sit quietly in a stroller? She was a terrible driver, swerving into the grass left and right. Jonathon would hold the front occasionally to help keep it on the sidewalk, while being subjected to strenuous and loud objections from Ruby. Finally, she yells, "no no no! This is not your problem!"

This afternoon, she was drawing spiders. She called them "moiding spiders" or alternately, "Awkmoiding spiders". When I asked her what that meant, she said matter of factly, "Goats. That's what it means." When I pressed her further, she said that it meant that they were tickling her.