Isaac: (To Daddy as he laid next to him at night) "Daddy, you are whispering bad breath in my ear."
One of the worksheets the boys were doing asked them what their favorite time of day was. They were to pick their favorite time and write the hands on the block to represent that time. Me: "What is your favorite time of day Sidge?" Sidge: "Umm ... what time is breakfast?" Me: "About 7am." Sidge: "Is that the first time we eat in a day?" Me: "Yes." Sidge: "Okay. Then that's my favorite time of day." [His big brother, in comparison, simply copied the time that Sidge picked. That was good enough or him.]
Abigail: "Mommy you are pretty." Me: "Thanks Abigail." Abigail: "And Daddy is han-some." Me: "Yep." Abigail: And Isaac and Hidgy are han-some." Me: "Yep. And what are you?" Abigail: "I'm Abigail." Me: "Yeah, but what are you? Abigail: "I'm a princess."
I threw a blanket over Abigail at naptime and was shocked when she responded with, "Hey! What the big dea (idea)?"