Spilt Milk

Elise loves pouring milk into one of the tiny measuring cups but sometimes it will spill.  Just now, Elise kept asking Bry if she could pour the milk into the tiny cup, and he repeatedly said no.  She pleaded and begged for about 3 minutes, promising that she wouldn't spill.  Finally I came in and told Bryant that I actually let her do it a lot but that I do it with her.  So Bryant said that she could do it as long as she cleaned it up if she spilled, to which Elise responds, "I won't spill, Dada!!"  After Elise poured it (Bry and I were in different rooms), we heard her feet running to her bathroom and then I saw her carrying her step stool.  I asked her what happened, and she had this totally guilty look on her face, with her head cocked to the side and said, "I just spilled a little tiny bit.  I already wiped it with a wipe and now I have to get a paper towel to dry it".  I asked her, "Did you spill a lot?"  And she said, "No, just a little.  A little much.  A little a lot."

Christmas Surprise

Elise has been working on art project that involves ribbon, glitter, and other crafty things.  While she was making it, she looks up at me and says, "This is for Esther Eemoh" but says it in a really funny way and is about to burst into laughter.  The rest of the conversation:

Elise: (walks up to me): Actually, it's not for Esther eemoh
Me: Oh really?
Elise: (whispers) It's for someone else.
Me: OK
Elise: It's for someone really special who lives in this house.
Me: Is it for daddy?
Elise: No.
Me: Is it for me?
Elise:  NOOOO!!!!  (almost crying) It was supposed to be a surprise!  Why did you say that??  You're not supposed to guess!!  (falls to the ground rolling around)  You're not supposed to guuuueeeessss.....  Nooooooo....  I don't like you anymore....