Rooby: Can’t we just take George to the toyshop and they will fix him?

Me: It seems like we should be able to, but our toyshops don’t really work like that.

Rooby: But someone made him, so they know how to fix him.

Me: Yes, but we don’t know who made him.

Rooby: I know who made him!

Me: Who?

Rooby: Elves.

Grown up.

Me: Here you go–your very own Presto card.

Rooby: My very own Presto card! And it’s for when I’m all grown up?

Me: Well, you need to use it now, so I guess you’re grown up now.

Rooby: Wow! Does that mean I can have a child?


Rooby: Emma [older friend from across the street] says that Santa isn’t real. On Christmas, do you stay up and give the presents?

Me: I…uh…

Rooby: Because Emma says the parents stay up and give the presents.

Me: Huh. Well…I don’t know. What do you think?

Rooby: I think Santa is real. Because EVERYONE NEEDS SLEEP.


It’s the morning we strip the beds and dig clean sheets out of the piles of clean laundry and that always gets me a bit frantic and riled up before breakfast. I’m snappy at Rooby and she responds by becoming super helpful and encouraging.

Rooby takes her pill and selects an old fortune cookie out of the treat drawer as her reward.

“Read it,” she says.

“Impatience may be appropriate at this time,” I read.

“And that’s just what you’re doing!” she says brightly.


Me: This sign says you’re having a Halloween party next week.

Rooby: We have to dress up!

Me: What will you dress up as?

Rooby: A panther!

Me: Wow! A panther?

Rooby: Yes. You know why? [making fierce panther face with claws] Because panthers love to eat meat and they want to eat meat that’s in US!

Me: Yes, I guess they do.



Rooby: You know what would be a good name for a bug?

Me: What?

Rooby: Amindier Panindier. 

Me: Amindier Panindier?

Rooby: Yes. Or Polander Allender. Pollanderiererer…er.