Delaney was playing in the bathtub last night with an empty bathtub finger paint bottle. I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention, but I heard her say "I meant to do that". I asked her what she did, and she said "I took the top off this and it fell in the water. I meant to do that."
Delaney's new favorite song is Going To California by Led Zeppelin. Naturally she asked me to sing it for her at bed time the other night, which is no easy feat, it's mostly guitar, not to mention Robert Plant's unattainable range. But I winged it to the best of my ability, sang a few verses and tried to move on, and she said "no, California... he's got a nose..."
She wanted me to sing the bridge:
Seems that the wrath of the gods Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow; I think I might be sinking.
Delaney was at the post office with my mom, and she started chatting up these two older ladies. She carried on a little conversation with them, then said "I'm going to my Yaya's now to have lunch" and they said "oh that sounds nice, can we come with you?" She looks at them kinda sideways and says "uh... I don't think so"