Kate: Mommy, let me paint your nails.
Me: No.
Kate: Please, please, please!
Me: No.
Kate: But I'm a scientist and I will do a really good job.
Bruce to Kate: Go ask Mommy to get me a pair of shorts.
Kate: Daddy needs a pair of shorts.
Becca: Tell Daddy I am changing Kiki and I can't.
Kate to Bruce: GET YOUR OWN SHORTS!
Kate: Kiki said she didn't like me.
Me: I highly doubt that Kiki said that, since Kiki says about four words, and none of them are "I" "Don't" "Like" or "You."
Kiki turns to Kate and blows a big raspberry.
Kate: I get really afraid at night.
Me: When you get scared, you should look at your picture of Jesus and then you won't feel so afraid.
Kate: But I want someone in my room with me.
Me: Jesus is in your room with you.
Kate: I want somebody REAL.
Becca: You got a letter from the bishop and I need your permission to open it.
Bruce: I am at work. Can't this wait until later?
Becca: I am dying of curiosity here. Are you being excommunicated?
Bruce: Just open it.
(sounds of shredding paper and heavy breathing)
Becca: Dang it. It's just a thank you note for the talk you gave on Mother's Day. What a disappointment. Not even a church court summons or anything.
Bruce: You're sick.
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2 comments:
becca,
i love your blog as it makes me laugh every time. especially the things about the kids. don't they just crack you up.
and i do echo bruce's sentiment...you're sick! but that's why we like you!
DB does that same "Sophie said (followed by something offensive)" thing all the time. It cracks me up. My theory is that it is like Clifford the big red dog and his friends. They all talk amongst themselves, then are suddenly mute when humans come around.
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