Stuff My Daughter Says

May 2, 2012 
Isla: Daddy, I love you more than Christmas.
Me:  That's really nice. I love you more than all the candy in the world.
Isla:  I love you more than broccoli.
Me: You don't really like broccoli, that's doesn't mean much.
Isla:  You're not a good listener, dad.  You need to learn lessons from movies.

January 28,2012
Isla: I'm little girl lost, and I'm stuck in another invention.
Me: you're in an invention?
Isla: No, like that show, the wall sucked me into another invention.
Me:  Oh, you mean dimension.
Isla:  Yeah, dimension.  It was the cake dimension.  At first I was scared, but then it was a happy place.

September 5, 2011:  
Me (to Tegan):  What's your dad's email again?
Isla:  like, 5:30.

September 4, 2011:
Me:  Isla - what are you doing?
Isla:  Don't call me that. I'm not Isla - I'm penguin beard.

July 30, 2011:
Me:  Will you help take care of your brother when he gets here?
Isla:  Of course I would, Daddy.
Me:  Will you hold his hand if he gets scared?
Isla:  I will hold both his hands - then a monster can't hold his other one.

July 27, 2011:
Isla:  Why is that lady looking at me, daddy?
Me:  Maybe because you have toilet paper wrapped around your waist and you're saying "hello" to all the celery.
Isla: Oh, does she want to be a space girl too?



July 23, 2011:
Me: What kind of animal would you want to be?
Isla: I don't know Daddy.
Me: Maybe you could be a meerkat.
Isla: No. Actually, cats don't use mirrors.


July 13, 2011:
Isla 6:15 AM: Good morning daddy... if dishes were celery I'd make something nice for you.
Me: "Like what?"
Isla: Don't worry bout it. If I say it's nice it's gonna be nice.

June 28, 2011:
Isla: Daddy - you're really good at cleaning up stuff.
Me: Uh, thanks. What are you really good at?
Isla: I'm good at playing. And I'm REALLY good at having parties.



April 26, 2011: 
Isla: What do aliens fly in?
Me: Flying saucers
Isla: Flying sausage? I don't want to be a alien. I don't like sausage.

November 13, 2010: 
Isla at 6:30 am: I want ice cream!
Me: what's something you don't want?
Isla: a rocking chair full of bees.
Me: that sounds bad!
Isla: no. That sounds like bzzz


September 4, 2010: 
Isla: "Daddy, there's aliens."
Me: "where?"
Isla: "in my head."
Me: "Uh, what are their names?"
Isla: "big Bird"
Me: "What is big bird doing in your head?"
Isla: "He can't get out! Him needs a ladder!"