Wombat on Marriage

Out of nowhere today in the car, the following conversation with my daughter:

Wombat: Mommy, can girls marry girls and boys marry boys?
Me: Well I think they should be able to. I think grown ups should be able to marry any other grown up they love.
Wombat: Me too. *thinks for a while*
Wombat: I don't want kids.
Me: That's okay. You don't have to. You also don't have to decide yet.
Wombat: They'd mess up my room. I want to always have a neat home.
Me: *refrains from commentary about the state of her bedroom..her desk...her art area...*
Wombat: I think I want to marry a girl. Boys are stinky.
Me: They are?
Wombat: Well not good boys. Though if I married a boy I would make sure he had his own room so he could decorate it the way he wanted and I could have my room the way I want.

Starter Wombat

In the kitchen we were talking about how big Wombat is getting.

Robert: You can't possibly be my little daughter! You're big and tall and you can walk around all by yourself. I can hold my daughter in just one arm!

Wombat: Daddy! That was when I was Starter Sarah.

Wombat has a Stick

We bought a wooden dowel to fix a hobby horse that Wombat had gotten for her birthday. There was about 1" left over and she asked if she could use it for a craft. OK. Today she showed it to me.

Wombat: Look! I made a dream stick!
Me: Oh look! What's a dream stick?
Wombat: It's a stick which you draw things you dream on it.
Me: That's pretty cool. What did you draw?
Wombat: Well this one means I want to be green
...
Me: Um okay. Why do you want to be green?
Wombat: Because then everyone would say "Sarah is awesome!"
...

(For those curious the other dreams included being able to fly, being strong, and being able to play the drums).

Fishy Wombat

Robert: What do you want for dinner?
Wombat: Fish sticks!
Robert: What part of the fish do you think fish sticks come from?
Wombat: The inside!

Journaling Wombat

Wombat finished kindergarten today. She brought home a journal that she had been working on all year. The kids would write in their journals every day or so. They could write or draw pictures or both. She drew almost every day and wrote most days. As expected, some days were exceedingly cute or clever and other days she obviously wasn't as focused or motivated. It was an interesting look into our child's psyche, especially the one page which had no drawing, just the words...

"I like brains"

Nutty Wombat

Wombat: Daddy can I finish the cashews?
Robert: Sure, but ....you have to name every single one of them!
Wombat: Okay I name them all... Awesome
Robert: That's not fair you goofy Wombat! You can't name them all the same thing!
Wombat: Okay then I name this half Awesome and the other half....Salty
Robert: I give up. Enjoy.

Smart Wombat

Me: So I ordered your birthday presents last night!
Wombat: Ooh, what did you get me!
Me: I'm not telling! You're just going to have to wait.
Wombat: Never!
Me: Yes.
Wombat: Tell me!
Me: You can't make me.
Wombat: I can make Daddy!
Me: I will get to him first - I'll email him to not tell you.
Wombat: I will blank out his mind when I see him tonight.
Me: Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?
Wombat: I'm not telling since you won't tell me what I'm getting for my birthday.
Me: Hmm. Well I guess that's fair.
Wombat: See how smart I am?
Me: yeah...