Wun Fow Youw Wives!

Hewe awe a few of my favowite things my two yeaw owd says:

Wincoln Wogs
When asked about his favowite pawt of Gweat Woof Wodge, he said:
"The Wazy Wivew" (The Lazy River)
I Wove you!
When playing "Staw Waws" with his bwothew and neighbow boy:
"Wun Fow Youw Wives!!" (Run for Your Lives)
"Mama, wiww you pway 'Wight Sabews' wif me?" (Light Sabers)

Can I bottle this time?

Misunderstanding

My children will sit for hours and draw on scrap paper. One day, I asked my daughter what she was drawing. She informed me that she was drawing pictures of me. I didn't ask to see them and went on about my day. While I was making dinner, I stumbled across this:

Wow! I started thinking about the day. Had I yelled at them for something? Am I that menacing? This is an outrage and completely unjustified? Mature, huh? I marched into her room and asked her if this was the picture she drew of Mama? She said, "No, silly. That's a girl T-Rex! This one is you!"

Did I mention I really love that little girl?

Jesus Loves Me

Last weekend, we went to Pizza Hut to celebrate my sister-in-law's birthday. My sister-in-law is 16 years younger than my husband. She's 19 and... well, he's not. All of the adults were eating and our older two asked if they could go look at the jukebox. Of course, that's not what they call it because anyone born after 1985 doesn't know what a "jukebox" is. Normally we don't allow our children to run amok in public places, but the place almost empty except for one other family who had three little boys. Those three little boys were playing with our kids at the jukebox. For about ten minutes, my daughter was trying to type in a song and the boys would hit the "delete" button when she would get near the end. She let her irritation be known to everyone as is her style. But she was persistent. She kept trying and trying and still saying, "Ugh" (Charlie Brown style) each time. Finally, I went over to see what was going on. She was typing in , "Jesus Loves Me" and couldn't understand why that song wasn't in the jukebox. I really love that little girl.

Overheard

My son and our neighbor boy were playing the other day. I overheard their conversation about a young girl in our neighborhood. This girl has some spunk (this is a nice way of saying "crazy"). She is about the size of a 4 year old, but she's 9, so she has to keep her defenses up. Here's how the conversation went.
(NB=neighbor boy, MS=my son)
NB: "She is soooo mean!"
MS: "She's not that bad."
NB: "No, she's mean!"
MS: " I bet she wouldn't hurt a fly."
NB: "Hurt a fly! Heck, I bet she'd kill a cat!"