Conversations with Julia

wook! I doin a cartweel.


I found her eating a crayon and before I could even say anything ...
Julia: no, I not in twouble.
Grace: you are.
Julia: oh! it was an axe-dent.

Julia finds me in the shower and whips back the curtain ... gives me an up-down and proceeds:
Julia: Basher's frowin the ice!!!
Grace: his ice? please close the curtain
Julia: NO - his ice!!
Grace: he doesn't have any ice and I'm serious - close the curtain
Julia: he's frowin his ice on the gwound!
Grace: oh, his eggs?? close the curtain!
Julia: Yeah! his ice!!!

Julia watches as I struggle to put on a pair of pre (pre pre pre) pregnancy pants:
Julia: you puttin on your tights?
Grace:
Julia: those too small
Grace:
Julia: those not fit
Grace:
Julia: (points to my excess stomach skin) is there a baby in there?
Grace: go away.

Watching me changing Sebastian's bomb:
Julia: It's SO Gwoss!!!
Sebastian:
Julia: Gwoss!!!
Sebastian:
Julia: What you eat, Bashy?
Sebastian:
Julia: That's okay but you GWOSS.

After I put a new shirt on her:
Julia: Oh, I wove it. You buy it at the Target?
Grace: No
Julia: Oh! You buyed it at the Cosco.

heard through the monitor during nap time:
Julia: HAAAAAAAAAALP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
silence and a pause
Julia: This is riddy riddy boring.

After I gave her a plate of chicken with a little tiny bit of oregano:

Julia: no sank you. 

Grace: you need to try at least a bite.

Julia: no, I not wike salad.

Fine.