Dorothy was drawing pictures of members of our family. She described, "I drew Daddy's glasses. I gave Daddy his swirly hair also."
Dorothy wanted to play Uno. "Ok, but remember that it's a no-crying game," I said, "because crying spoils the fun." "Ok," Dorothy replied, "I'm gonna try to win so I don't cry."
We watched The Christmas Chronicles, and the little girl climbs into Santa's bag. She fits her whole body into the bag, travels through a swirling tunnel of gifts, and enters an Amazon-type warehouse of wrapped presents. The scene carried on for two or three minutes, and Dorothy finally observed, "The bag is much bigger than it seemed."
The next day we watched The Christmas Chronicles 2, where an airline employee gets into the spirit of Christmas and breaks into song with Santa Claus. In the next shot, her uniform has turned into a sparkly red and silver costume as she belts a number. "Where did she get that dress?" I asked. "Maybe Target," Dorothy replied with sincerity.
"Why do your teeth get pointy if you suck your thumb?" Dorothy asked. "They don't," I said. "Where did you hear that?" "You told me!" Dorothy replied. I thought about it, and told her, "I think I said that your teeth get pokey if you suck your thumb, but I meant that they will poke out because they'll move." Dorothy paused and looked slightly worried, and then said, "Oh well, my friends that I told that to probably forgot by now, right? I mean, that was at St. James."