“My finger hurts. It hurts like when you pick your nose too hard.”
“My brain is right here,” – Max pointing at his neck.
“No bud, it’s up here” – me pointing at my head.
“But brains are squishy and my head is hard, so it’s got to be right here,” – Max pointing at his neck
“When am I going to grow up?” – Anna — too soon baby too soon….
“Any requests for Christmas jammies this year?” – Mom
“Ya the Statue of Liberty, or something cool with history,” – Josh
“Oh it’s the MTC? I always thought it was the empty seat and no one can sit down!” – Anna
“I will put on my tiger parts and sneak up and scare you in the dark, then I will take them off and talk to you” – Max
“I really want to fly some day – so that’s why I got the umbrella” – Anna
“Mom how old are you?” – Anna
“Guess,”
“Ummm… 50”
“lower” – slightly offended
“12?” no longer offended
“Mom why do you put on mascara everyday?” – Anna
“Because my eyelashes are really light and no one can see them…”
“Is that what you promised the Lord? That you would wear mascara everyday?”
I had been telling the kids about Michelangelo – the artist
“But Mom if he’s a turtle how can he do all of that?” Max
“When is the world buttercup?” – Anna (she meant world cup)
“Is that a handisnack spot?” (AKA handicap)