My beloved 4 year old

I had to write down a few of the conversations Andie has had with me the last few days. She is killing me - so whiny, "cant' do anything", doesn't listen to a thing you say. AHH!!! Nevertheless, she is rather hilarious with what she comes up with. I have the hardest times not cracking a smile during our conversations.

Scene: Andie and Ali are upstairs, supposedly cleaning their room. Mom is downstairs with Adalyn, sewing. Andie, whining as she comes down the stairs.
Mom: Andie, don't come down until your room is clean.
Andie: But Mom!! I can't find my heart.
Mom: You can't find your heart? What heart?
Andie: The one in my tummy!
Mom: (really tired of the excuses) Andie, why do you need your heart?
Andie: Because, my heart doesn't want to clean my room!
Mom: Your heart doesn't want to clean it?
Andie: Yes
Mom: Well, you better get back upstairs and find your heart and tell it, it wants to clean your room.
Andie: (goes back upstairs crying now) But, I CAN'T WANT TO CLEAN MY ROOM - MY HEART DOESN'T WANT TO!!!
Mom: (thinking to self) Where in the world does she come up with these things?



Scene: (set a few days ago) Andie (again) is in charge of cleaning up the books in the computer room.
Mom: Andie, please clean up the books.
Andie: I can't want to!
Mom: Andie, you need to, you are the one that played with them.
Andie: I want to grow back down. I don't want to be 4 - being 4 is too hard, it's too hard for me to clean!
Mom: (Thinking to self) Oh goodness - if you're this much trouble at age 4, what do I have to look forward to?



Scene: Andie not wanting to go to bed. Just an hour previous, ate a complete dinner, plus a piece of bread, plus some extra fruit. (basically more than Shawn and I)
Mom: Goodnight Andie
Andie: Mom, my breath hurts
Mom: Your breath? How do you even know what your breath is?
Andie: It's in my tummy
Mom: Why does your breath hurt?
Andie: I think my breath is hungry.
Mom: I think your breath is tired.
Andie: No, I think it's just hurt because it's hungry - It wants a snack.
Mom: Andie, close your eyes and go to sleep, we will feed your breath in the morning.
Andie: (starting to cry) But my breath really, REALLY hurts
Mom: (turns out lights) Goodnight Andie and her breath. (Thinking to self as she's walking down the stairs) How does she know what her breath is?