Yesterday when we were at the swimming pool, Troy asked Annalie if she was having a good time. Annalie cheerfully replied, “It’s funner than a papercut!”

I know I wrote a post, like, five minutes ago about how I never manage to keep up with uploading photos and posting when I’m on vacation, and here I am writing another one. I was downloading yet MORE photos from my cameras—the fancy-schmancy Nikon D40 and a Sony Cybershot that I keep in my purse—and I came across some that made me remember a funny snippet from the day. I wanted to share it before it gets lost in my brain while I’m sleeping tonight.

We went swimming this afternoon and the pool was empty except for us and two ladies water-walking for exercise. When it was nearly time for us to go, I got out of the pool and had a quick rinse in the outdoor shower, dried off, and took some photos. So when Troy and Annalie got out of the pool there was no one else waiting to use the shower.

Troy went first so he could adjust the water to the right temperature. Also, we know from previous experience that Annalie likes to take her time as the outdoor shower is a novelty to her. But the 60 seconds Annalie had to wait for Troy to finish was apparently excruciatingly long. She pleaded for Troy to let her go first, exclaimed that she was freezing, and jerked her thumb behind her as she said, “Look at the long line of people waiting, Daddy! C’mon!”

I laughed at that one. “Annalie, YOU are the line. There’s no one else waiting.”

“Well, all those people,” she waved airily at the two ladies in the pool and a couple lounging in deck chairs, none of whom looked like they planned to shower anytime soon. “They might come over here any second! Hurry up, Dad!”

While we were at my Aunt Julie’s up in the desert this past week it was freaking hot. Annalie wanted to go swimming but we had no pool. Julie suggested we could fill a big bowl with water and bring it outside, and that way Annalie could at least wade and get her feet wet. When we brought the bowl outside, Annalie stepped in and promptly sat down. Totally cracked us up.

I was sitting on the bed with my laptop while Annalie showered in our bathroom when I caught a fragment of the song she was making up. “Ohhh, I love my mama, no matter how mean she is to meeeee…”

At the theater recently Annalie turned to me in the middle of the movie to inform me, “This popcorn is good for my voicebox!”

Annalie loves dogs and is very disappointed that we’re not allowed to have one in our current rental. We tell her that someday when she’s older and we live in a different house we’ll get a dog. We don’t really say anything to her about a little sister (or brother) but she’s always talked as though it’s a foregone conclusion that someday she’ll have one. She told me the other day, “I know what I’ll name my dog! I’ll name her Daisy.” I said that was a good name for a dog. “Actually,” she went on, “I’ll name her Rose. And I’ll name my little sister Lemon.”

Annalie asked Troy for help getting her shoes tied and he asked her what the magic word was. “Um…” she thought it over for a moment. “A-la-kazam?”