Tag Archives: Maggie Says

Pairs of Skin

Maggie, after scratching a scab this morning:

Maggie: Luckily I have another pair of skin!

Daddy: What?

M: I had another pair of skin under my scab, so it’s not bleeding.

D: Oh.

M: I have three pairs of skin.

D: Three? Pairs of skin?

M: Yes. If I scratch off one pair, then there’s another pair. If I scratch off that one, then there’s a third pair. But under the third pair is my blood.

 

Young Knight?

Even a plastic blade requires regular cleaning, of course.

Overheard last night before bed:

Sarah: “No, I can’t clean your sword right now. It’s past your bedtime.”

Maggie: “Ok, we’ll clean my sword in the morning.”

(The sword is drying in the dish rack as I write this.)

Young Theologian

I was helping settle Oliver into his crib when Maggie got up to get a drink of water. She got back into bed, then sat up and stated, matter-of-factly, “I don’t believe Jesus rose from the dead.”

“Um… what?”

She repeated herself, enunciating carefully, “I don’t believe that Jesus rose from the dead.”

“Ok honey. Goodnight.”

Vocabulary Lesson

Andrew and I were talking after dinner about my experience with why girls or young women might be sitting on the sidelines of pick-up sports games, and Maggie was seemingly not listening, singing *loudly*, next to us. She kept getting louder, so my voice kept getting louder as we talked. I said, “You know? I just didn’t want to play with guys who were being all macho and major douchebags!”

Without skipping a beat, Maggie yells out, “DOUCHEBAGS! Yeah, they’re douchebags! D O U C H E B A G S!”

Thus we added another word to the, “don’t call anyone this” and “don’t say this outside our house” list.

Doors

Andrew, going nuclear: “If you two don’t knock it off and go to bed, I’m going to take a screwdriver and take that door right off and throw it away.”
<large pause>
Maggie: “You can’t even do that!”
Andrew: “Oh yes I can!”

I’m downstairs giggling even though I shouldn’t be. Giggling, that is.