June 19, 2012

Imogen and I were going through her basket of Too Big shoes to see if she'd grown into any.  This process delighted her greatly, eliciting leaps and twirls and squeals of pure joy.

On the fourth pair of shoes, a pair handed down from a friend, already well-loved, Imogen slipped them on and a broad grin spread across her face.  She stared straight into my eyes.

Imogen:  Mama, these are my cha-cha hip hop shoes and they will make me dance so much better!

And then she cha-cha-hip-hopped her morning away!

June 6, 2012

Imogen: I know what I want to be when I grow up.

Me: Oh yeah? What do you want to be, hon?

Imogen: A person who throws out candy in a parade.


Aim high...

June 2, 2012

I entered the dining room to find Imogen, alone, laughing hysterically.

Me: What's so funny, Imo?

Imogen: I just thought what if Manitoba was called Minitoba?

Me: Um?

Imogen: That would be so funny!

And then she collapsed in a pile of giggles.