I took Luna to the potty at a store. When we use a public potty, I like to wipe off the seat with some toilet paper before she sits on it. While I was doing this, she asked me if she could do this task.
"No, I'll do it for you, sweetie."
Now, if I were to say the truth which is that I don't want her to touch the toilet seat she would immediately reach out and caress the toilet seat while grinning at me. So I don't say that.
Instead I say, "Because it's mama's job to wipe the toilet seat for you."
"But mama! Don't you know that I'm the best toilet seat cleaner ever? Don't you know that?!"
This is Luna logic.
A few days ago, Wolfie was trying some new food. Ravioli. He said:
"If there was a chart that had I Like It and I Don't Like It and I Don't Really Think It's My Favorite But I'll Still Eat It on it, it would be that."
That's Wolfie logic.
Recently I was having a bad day. And I hollered. My words just came out louder than necessary. It tears me up when I do this. I am extremely apologetic afterwards.
I told Tulip that I was sorry that I hollered so much. She said it was okay and she gave me such sweet hugs.
I said, "Even Mama makes mistakes sometimes. But you know what's so great about my life? I..."
"...have wonderful children who love you," she finished for me.
That's Tulip logic.