Nora: (Telling Stella she needed to do something.)
Stella: "Nora, stop being so bossy!"
Nora: "I have to. I am learning to be a mom."
Also, my girls have this belief that being a mom means you have boobs and being a dad means you get to buy a pocket knife.
Recently I hear about 10-15 times a day "Mom, what mells?!?" from Stella. She has a hard time pronouncing the "s" sound so mells means smells. After I reply that I don't know what she is smelling (from her incredibly over active nose) and she asks over and over and over again I go down the maybe list. Maybe it's your feet. Maybe you don't like the smell of the dinner in the crock pot. Maybe you need a bath. Maybe the baby has a stinky. Today after I went through a number of options she replied "I think it's me mom. I farted. Maybe I have to go potty." (Insert eye roll here)
Love those girls!