Bella-isms

We all know  my girls say the craziest things, especially me 5 year old. Here are 3 from the last 24 hours.Enjoy!
Me(on the phone with my hubby): "I don't know, I think maybe I have PMS."
Bella (my 5 yo)"No, you don't!"
Me:"What? What are you talking about? How do you know for sure its not PMS?"
I am obviously fishing for what the hell exactly she thinks PMS is.
Bella:" Well, you're not coughing and sneezing and all that.SO, its not PMS!"
Me: LMAO!!!! Obviously she thinks PMS is code for a cold. I guess that's what we get for spelling everything in front of her!

A little earlier today we were out shopping. Mommy needs some new shorts because last years are too big (Yey!) of course, as stated in the previous example, it was the worst possible week of the month to try on clothes. Anyways, I've been in a bit of a funk and thought what the hell I need some retail therapy! As I am trying on shorts, 2 sizes smaller than last summers, I am leery if they are going to fit. Eureka, they fit but it depended on the style as to how they fit. I'm trying them on and a little flustered by my water retention. When I hear Bella say, from the corner of the dressing room, "Good luck with that!"
Me: "Good luck with what?" Bella: "Good luck getting those suckers to button!"
OMG,she's like my conscience walking around taunting me. I laughed so hard, there was no way I was getting those suckers buttoned. You just can't suck it in when you're belly laughing.

After the shopping, we hit lunch. My girls love Sonic, I can't, in good conscience, eat it. It's so fattening. But what they really love more than the food itself is the act of eating in the car, the taboo of being released from their car seats and eating freely. So, we compromised and I took them to Wendy's for a cheeseburger and some milk and we ate in the parking lot. Oh, if you only knew how badly I hate that. It's one of those odd pet peeves of mine. It just conjures images in my mind of someone so insatiably hungry and obese that they can't wait til they get home to eat. it just screams weakness.( I know, mole hill into a mountain ).They, on the other hand, were as happy as clams. As we sat there eating, them eating their Wendy's and me my Subway, every thing was perfect. It was a beautiful spring day. We finish and as we are leaving the parking lot, we spy a gentleman in the  drive thru on his bicycle. You know Bella, she was not letting this one go unnoticed.
Bella: "Hey MOm!"
Me: "Yes, Bella?"
Bella: "That guy sure looks special!"
I'm not exactly what she was inferring but the intonation in her voice wreaked of sarcasm. I was pretty afraid to ask. But she said exactly what I was thinking! I've realized she doesn't say crazy  random things, she pretty much just says every single thought I ever have. She is hilarious. Much more hilarious than if I had said it.

                                                         My Bella!