Editor’s note: Karen Harris Tully is a writer who lives in Raymond and has agreed to keep a journal to share with Daily World readers during the odd and uncertain time we’re all navigating.

Dear Journal, kid anecdote roundup:

Am I the only one who feels the need to be a child psychologist right about now? My daughter (5) has picked maybe the worst time ever to develop a phobia of bathing and hand washing. I’ve asked her 20 times if something hurts. She says yes, her pinkie owie and the booboo above her knee. Note to self: never buy cheap band aids from Amazon ever again, even if the dollar store is too far right now and kid band-aids in the grocery store are $4.50 a pack. Anyway, the rash from the cheap adhesive has healed and the scrape on her pinkie has scabbed over, but soapy water stung one time, so now she has a fit whenever I tell her its bath time, or to wash her hands with soap. So yeah, bad timing. Mike says she gets her stubbornness from me. I don’t know what he’s talking about.

My son just lost his first top front tooth. The tooth fairy had to come of course. He says there are a lot of tooth fairies and they use the teeth to make rubies and sapphires and pearls for jewelry. I told him that fairies live like five hundred years so they need a lot of dentures for the elderly. He didn’t believe me.

While gardening, my son came up with a new unit of measurement: the booty-butt. They love potty humor more than anything. My daughter and her toot-cannon is an endless source of amusement. Anyway, the booty-butt. I asked him, “How do we know how big a standard booty-butt is?” He told me it was my butt. And then he said my butt was a hundred booty-butts wide. Thanks kid.

Other kid quotes:

“TNT would work, but it would kill you.”

“Mom, can I use your computer? How about your phone? Now? How about now?”

“Can we go for a walk? I’m out of Pokeballs.”

“Ahhh, you have the best belly Mom. Squishy like bread dough.”

“Look at me! I’m a bunny-corn!”

“I got my tallness from Daddy. I got love of peanut butter cups from you.”

Karen Harris Tully is a novelist living in Raymond with her husband and two small children. She writes sci-fi/fantasy for teens and adults and can be found at www.karenharristully.com.