Because I don't really feel like typing up all the things that are going through my head... Here are some things the kids said that I've been saving up for you!
Me: Cecilia, what did you dream about last night?
Cecilia: A bubble! And a fish was bwowin' it! And den it popped.
Me: John Paul, what did you dream about?
John Paul, looking at the book shelf: I was comfortable. And I dreamed about books on a shelf.
And in a shocking turn of events, Cecilia has an imagination and John Paul doesn't! Oh wait, that's nothing new...
|I just don't think this needs a caption...|
Cecilia, with her hand down her pants: I'm scwatching my booty.
So glad she told me...
|9-month jammies. Can't imagine why they don't fit.|
Cecilia: I'm all messed up...
Me: Why are you all messed up?
Cecilia: Because I... dwinked milk.
|Apparently she gets her fashion sense from Kaitlin's daughter...|
Cecilia, picking her nose: I found a booger. Here you go, mom!
Again, so glad she shared...
John Paul: Elizabeth's a dweeb.
Me: Why is she a dweeb?
John Paul: Yup, she's a dweeb. She is. She has two teeth, so she's a dweeb!
|Poor little dweeb!|
John Paul: I want something special in my snack pack!
Me: Like... Raisins? Or craisins? Or banana chips?
John Paul: Yeah!
Cecilia: I want butterfwy chips...
And now please imagine dried butterflies being eaten by a 2-year-old.
John Paul, after our peach picking outing: We're going to... what next?
Me: Um... I don't know, where would you like to go?
John Paul: Um... The gas station? And... TJ Maxx?
An exciting life we lead, if that's the most fun outing he can imagine.
John Paul, whispering to a woman leave Mass early: How old are you?
Think we can teach him to say, "Mass isn't over yet! Don't leave!" or maybe, "Where are you going???"
After an incredibly interesting discussion about how Andrew's office is getting new phones...
John Paul: Oh, I'm getting a new phone at my office too!
Me: Really? And where is your office?
John Paul: It's really far away. Like, at 7010 like Dad's office! (correct street number, thank you Rain Man)
Me: And who are you going to call?
John Paul: Dad. And Elizabeth. And Mary Claire. And Mom. And Cecilia.
Andrew: What do you do at your office?
John Paul: Oh, I make calls.
Me: Does anyone work with you?
John Paul: No, I'm just by myself.
Glad to know he's an aspiring telemarketer?
|Just "tummy-timin'" on a pillow...|
Cecilia, watching the babies nurse: *Gasp* Dey're eatin' deir BWEAKFAST!
Me: Yup, this is their breakfast just like you ate YOUR breakfast!
Cecilia: Dey're just havin' milk for bweakfast. Not wike I!
Me: Yeah, you got to have banana and pear and toast AND milk!
Cecilia, giggling: No, dey're dwinkin' water!
Me: Oh yeah? How are they getting water from Mom?
Cecilia: Oh. Just milk. *eying my chest* And dose are deir CUPS!
Well, I guess now we know where the term "cup size" comes from...
John Paul, out of nowhere: When will I be canonized?
Me: ...Um... I don't know, John Paul...
JP: In what year?
and later that day
JP: Maybe I will be canonized in 2150! And when will I become a bishop?
Me: Well, I guess whenever the Pope makes you a bishop...
JP: And how old will I be when I'm a seminarian?
Me: ...Maybe 22 years old?
He has also been asking when he will die. And how old I will be when I die. And many other people...
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