Danjewus!

This morning I came into my room to find Abby sitting on my bed with my sewing box emptied all over the bed and a pair of scissors in her hand (Dave had sewed on a button or something).  My mind IMMEDIATELY raced to all the bad-news-bear possibilities of that little detail alone.  But the look on her face was one of pain, shock, and utter disbelief all wrapped into one.

Me: (rushing for the scissors FIRST and whatever necessary damage control second) Abby!!!  No -- don't get into Mommy's sewing box!
Abby: Yeah . . . hurt (whimper as she shows me the palm of her hand and hands me the scissors) . . . danjewus!
Me: (trying hard NOT to laugh at the cuteness of it all) Yeah - that IS dangerous, huh?  So we shouldn't touch it, right?  Because we don't want Abby to get hurt!
Abby: Yeah . . . Mommy!  Danjewus!  Hurt! (which of course got a kiss on the "hurt" hand -- I couldn't see a thing -- and a huge bear hug)

Yesterday morning she woke up completely soaked through EVERYTHING, which meant an early-morning shower with Mommy.  When we got out, we had two towels I had set out: the pink-and-white-striped beach towel I got for my 26th birthday when I was working at a summer camp and a navy blue towel we got after the twins were born.  Abby is learning her colors, and without prompt from me her favorite color is pink (it's about the ONLY piece of chalk she will use when we have chalkboard coloring time)!  I have taught them the "rainbow color song." (Red and yellow and pink and green; purple and orange and blue.  I can sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow too!)  So whenever they recognize yellow or pink, they yell, "Yellow pink!" because they come together in the song.  So as soon as Abby sees the pink towel, she gets totally excited (so much so that I grab her arm because I don't want her to FALL in the tile shower) and starts yelling, "Mommy!  Yellow pink!  Yellow pink!"

Me: Is the towel pink?
Abby: (totally excited here, people -- like better than Christmas morning) YEAH!!!
Me: Yes it is. Good job!  And over there is the BLUE towel.  See, pink towel . . . blue towel.
Abby: Abby get it!
Me: (not sure I just heard my daughter CALL for the pink towel to be hers, I simply pretend I know exactly what she just meant by what she said)  Yeah.

(I dry myself off and grab the BLUE towel to wrap her in.  But she starts to protest EMPHATICALLY!)
Abby: No -- no, no, no . . . . PINK!
Me: You want the pink one?
Abby: Yeah!  Pink one Abby!

Oh the connections children make!  It never ceases to amaze (or surprise) me!!!