Unicorns

Amanda's latest obsession is unicorns.  She doesn't just likes them a little, she LOVES them.  She talks about them all the time.  About how they can magically fly and they poop Skittles and how they love rainbows.  Every morning she asks Charlie if she can be his baby unicorn and tells him her name is Rainbow Sparkles Cupcake Baby Glitter, or something similarly ridiculous that you can never remember.  She has three different unicorn dresses that she wants to wear everyday with her rainbow light up Sketchers (unicorn shoes) and she has four stuffed unicorns and says she won't stop buying them until she has ALL of them.

In the mornings after we drop the big kids off at school there is a small hill from the school down to the bus circle.  She stands at the top and runs down to the sidewalk yelling "UNICORN" at the top of her lungs.  The last couple of days she has been insistent that I run down the hill with her and race, and I am also required to throw my hands up in the air as if we were going down a giant roller coaster and yell unicorn as we race down.  It's a great conversation starter with the other parents dropping off their kids.

She also keeps asking us how unicorns talk and just neighs and makes horse noises, which is the closest we can agree upon.  Yesterday I asked her if she wanted me to tie her shoes and she responded, "unicorn", which I took for yes because unicorn would only be used as a positive word.  At dinner last night I told her that unicorns eat baby rabbits which caused her to recoil in horror and it was pretty funny until Charlie made me take it back and tell her I was kidding.

It never gets dull with this kid.