Karis' sayings reveal she is a sponge

"Thanks, babe." "That's close." "No problem." These are a few things that have rolled off Karis' lips lately.

I was sitting on the stairs with Karis awhile back. I cannot recall now what she did, but I was appreciative of it and replied, "Thanks, babe." She immediately spouted it off back at me. It was cute. I know, I'm marking my words. It won't be long until she is mocking me with my own words, right?

Both Lena and I find ourselves saying, "That was close Karis" in response to her nearly falling, tripping, etc. While at Nana's house last week, Karis was getting off the toilet by herself but without the aid of a stool (pun intended) like we have at home. We have shower doors in our bathroom but Nana has curtains. Karis lost her balance briefly and went to grab the shower curtain to steady herself. It didn't help her, but surprised her and maybe even furthered her challenge to balance herself. She finally regained her balance. She turned to me and with big eyes said, "That's close. That's close." Yes, Karis, it was.

Karis and I went to run an errand the other afternoon to give Momma some quiet time. I opened the back door of the car for her and asked her, "Can you climb over and up into your seat?" To which she quickly replied, "No probmem, Daddy." I caught her on video using the word "probmem" again in response to me asking if it was a problem for me to put a bag on the floor in front of her car seat.



This next one started a couple of weeks ago... and typically happens at bedtime. The funny part is the context in which she uses it. I'll ask her about a Bible story I've just read to her, for instance, "What did Jesus say?" She shouts but yet still with some uncertainty in her voice, "Fight." Tonight, she made a fist and yelled an invitation to me "FIGHT?" I asked her who taught her to fight. Surprisingly and not surprisingly, she replied "Jesus." I have to ask her Sunday school teacher what they are teaching. Although I did read the story of David and Goliath the other night. But it wasn't Jesus that fought. Very interesting and funny.

The other day I was holding Karis in the kitchen. She saw a photo on top of the stove and asked to see it. I pointed to Lena and asked Karis if Momma looked happy or sad. Then I pointed to myself and repeated the question. She said happy both times. I went on to explain that the photo was taken on our wedding day and that it was a very happy day for both Mommy and Daddy. That's when she said, "Me married, Daddy." Fighting back tears, I said, "Sure one day honey. In like 40 years."