Nora-isms

Nora, like most toddlers has a plethora of bath toys. We visit the land of Dora the Princess while traveling in our pirate ship or small tug boat, whatever the mood is. Some nights, she puts on a show and requests our attendance.
Nora: “Dad, come watch!”
Nora: “Ladies and junglemen.”
Keith: “What?”
Nora: “Ladies and junglemen.”
Me: “Nora, its Ladies and Gentlemen.”
Nora: “Right, mom. Ladies and junglemen.”

Then there was last night when I was drying her hair.
Me: “Nora, please be still.”
Nora: “Mom, get on the ball. That means hurry up.”

And the mockingbird syndrome that lately cracks me up. If you’re around our house for any amount of time, you’ll hear me call Nora missy. As in, “Come on, missy. Time to clean up.” Or “Alright, missy, don’t be mean”. So guess what I was called approximately 15 times yesterday. Yep. You got it, missy. Although when Nora said it, it sounded more like messy.

I can’t post the Nora-isms without mentioning this sweet moment last night. Nora had been dancing around saying, “Happy, Happy Day!” She is usually obsessed with wishing everyone a Happy Birthday even when it isn’t anyone's birthday. Anyway, last night she was eating and I heard her faintly whispering to herself. I turned to look at her and saw that she was sitting with her eyes closed and her head bowed. This is what I heard:

“Thank you Jesus for Happy, Happy Day. This is Nora Faith. Amen.”

From the mouths of babes. Truly it is a Happy, Happy Day that He has given us.