Imaginations Run Wild

Lately Olivia has been very imaginative...she's been putting on "shows" for Levi and I. It's really very entertaining.

"Hello children," she starts, "and boys and girls! We're gonna have a great show today!"

She then proceeds to dance around the living room with a vaccum cleaner attachement, and call for volunteers from the audience...namely Levi, me, Princess (Imaginary Friend #1), and Witch (Imaginary Friend #2).  This sometimes includes props, which for some reason means winter beanies (apparently she has no concept of hot weather):

"I am NOT taking pictures, Daddy!"

It's much fun for all!

Evening Prayers

We've started saying prayers at night as Olivia goes to sleep. It started out with me praying out loud and she repeating what I said. Something like:

"Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for this day
Thank you for my family
Thank you for Jesus
In His name we pray, Amen."

Now we've moved on to Olivia saying the prayers, and of course she wants me to repeat them after her. These go something like this:

"Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for this day
Thank you for my family
I hope you love my kitty
and my lips
and my cheeks.
I love my ears so so so much.
In Jesus' name we pray, Amen."

50,000 questions

Watching part of a movie with Olivia today went something like this:

O: Who's that?
O: What's his name?
O: Is that his wife?
C: Yes.
O: What is she doing?
O: What is her name?
O: Is she happy or sad?
C: I think she's happy.
O: Is she going to her house?
O: Is her house gray or pink?
O: Does she have a puppy?
C: ...uh...
   (there was no house OR puppy in that scene)

Quiet for a few moments, then:

O: ...Are you happy with me?
   *This is Olivia-code for "are you mad at me"

C: (laughing), Yes, I'm happy with you. Silly goose.

Conversations with a Three Year Old

O: Who makes the cars?
C: The car factory.
O: Who makes the lights?
C: The light factory.

(this goes on for a while) Then...

C: Who made Olivia?
O: *silent, then glares* I don't want to play this game.

...
This morning at 6am, while sitting on the potty:

O: Why did God put my head here? *points to head*
C:  I guess He thought that was a good place for it.
O: Why did God put my eyes here? *points to eyes*
C: So you can see.
O: Why did God put my neck here? *points to neck*
C: To hold up your head.
O: Why--
C: Shhhhh...it's time to peepee.