Doctor told Stella she had failed the “three kidney test”–she had only two–and thus couldn’t go to kindergarten. Stella started to look mortified, then looked as him closely and smiled:
“You are a joker. Nobody has three kittneys! I have four! And that is the right amount so I can too go to school!” He agreed. He also told her he couldn’t read.
“Wow, that is pretty good that you are a doctor when you can’t even read,” she said. “Can you at least draw??”
Stella: Wait!! Daddy said Frances could not play with those magnets!!
K: why on earth not?
Stella: I don’t know! Maybe he was worried they’d stick to her head?
Oliver: Stella, please finish your chicken. Because Mom says I can’t have fruit or a treat until you are done too. So eat.
Stella: Mind your own beeswax, Ohber.
Oliver: It is BUSINESS, Stella, not beeswax. It is mind your own BUSINESS.
Stella. No, Ohber. It is MY beeswax, so I can say beeswax. And it is my own personal beeswax. So mind it. Oliver: It IS my business–BUSINESS–Stella, because I can’t have treat because you are taking so long. So eat your chicken.
Stella: No Ohber! My business is my beeswax and you cannot mind it because I am minding it, personally. The beeswax is mine!
Oliver: Stella!! That doesn’t make any sense!
Stella: Let me say it another way, OHBER, so you can UNDERSTAND: Leave Me Alone! Got it??
One tough Stella, with Coach Travis
