Conversations with Carly

~Carly had been up with the flu part of the night when we had this conversation.~

Mom: "Carly, you are such a good girl."

Carly: "Mom, I am trying to be a good girl, but some times I have to spit up."

~I found her chatting with her polly pockets the other day and she felt the need to explain herself.~

Carly: "Mom, the dolls do not know how to talk...so, I have to help them talk."

~A cute visit.~

Mom: "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

Carly: (in a very serious tone) "Mom, we don't have a big girl costume!!!"