It\’s snow here in Raleigh for the second straight day. Coming out of Target after some Christmas shopping, H.C. kicked the Cute Meter through the roof:\n\n\”Daddy, I love the snow. It tickles me!\”

H.C. has been a quotefest recently.  And it only gets better with time..

The moon hung almost eerily low in the early evening sky, orange as cheddar cheese and appearing about three times its normal, late-night size in the sky.  H.C. and I listened to Harry Connick, Jr., because it’s after Halloween and, according to my admittedly childish calendar, time to start ushering in the Christmas Spirit.

As we drove into the neighborhood, I spotted our Lunar neighbor in the eastern sky.  I sat in awe of its appearance for a moment, then pointed it out to H.C., who could see it clearly through the windshield from her seat in the back of the car.  Without further adieu (or setup for the punchline):

Me: “Punkin, do you see the moon in front of us?”

H.C.: “Yeah.  It’s really big!”

Me: “It sure is!”

H.C.: “Daddy, how did the moon get so big?”

Me: “I don’t know, Punkin.”

H.C.: “I know, Daddy!  The moon ate everything up!  That’s how come it got so big!”

I don’t create this stuff, folks.  I just report it.

H.C. attends a very ethnically diverse school, and I am thrilled about that.  She is exposed daily to numerous cultures — black, Hispanic, Asian…

Sometimes, though, we’re surprised by what she has learned.  I, for one, can vouch for the fact that the King of Pop is never — never — played in this house.  Pre- or post-mortem.  I swear.  But last week Christina ad I were blessed with this gem as we worked on reorganizing some parts of the house.  Namely, we were finally cleaning all the papers off the table, floor and desk in the dining area and putting them in the new plastic drawers I bought to place under the desk in a pseudo-filing cabinet sort of role:

Me: “Here’s a drawer for me, one for things I want you to take a look at, one for Kaylee’s school papers…there’s even one to put your receipts in.”

H.C.: “Why are you talking about Michael Jackson?”

…I’ve got nothing.

This is a bit late in posting — as in about three weeks late — but it’s too funny to never post.

Several weeks back, after picking up Her Cuteness from school, we were driving home talking about her day.  For one reason or another we got on the subject of God being everywhere, and in everything.

I told her, “Do you see those trees?  God is in those.  He’s in our car, he’s in your carseat, and he’s even in you!”

She smiled sweetly and laughed her cute little laugh that says, “Daddy, you’re funny!”

After a few minutes of listening to what was probably either Mozart or Rachmaninov, I hear from the seat behind me, “Daddy, I feel Jesus in my chair!”

How I ever managed to keep from swerving off the road laughing, I will never know.

This is a new category devoted entirely to the increasingly humorous things my daughter says.  Enjoy!

Today at school, Her Cuteness got a strawberry Laffy Taffy for her Friday prize.  She was excited and wanted to hold it while we drove home.  Recently, her class discussed the many varieties of apples.  She apparently confused the picture of a strawberry on the wrapper with the image of an apple — but that’s not the funny part.  What made me almost pull the car off the road to laugh safely was when she, in all seriousness, pointed at the wrapper and asked, “Daddy, is this a Grammy Smit?”