Conversation tonight while tucking H in bed:
Me: You are goofy!
H: You are a goober!
Me: Yep, I am. So I guess I am a peanut!
Me: How did you know that?
H: Grammy told me.
Me: Well, look at you Mr. Smarty pants!
H: (In a defensive tone) I’m not a smarty pants!
Me: How come?
H: (still in a defensive tone) Because Smarty Pants poop their pants!!!
L: What call a pig with pig army, a sword, a pick-ax & some diamonds?
J: I am not sure?
L: A rich diamond booty pig
Conversation in the car coming home from the zoo:
H: Momma, can I have a penny?
***I gave him a penny and he dropped it***
H: Momma, I threw my penny up to God.
Me: Well, how are you going to get it down?
H: No, Mom, God can’t reach THAT far, so can I have another one?!
Conversation at breakfast this morning with J’s Mom:
L: Gigi, I like your shirt! It is really pretty. It looks like a Monkey’s finger is touching your flowers.
Gigi: Oh really! I guess I better put some jewelry on to hide that Monkey’s finger!
Oh the imagination these young one’s have!
Converstaion during church this morning, Randy Roper announced that “if you want to follow along in your Bibles, will be in the book of Joshua, chapter 24…if you aren’t familiar with where Joshua is located, it’s the 6th book of the Old Testament.”
H: Daddy, You’re in the Old Testament? And you’re only 24?!
J: Yes, and I wish!
H: Well, I’m in the New Testament!
J: You are.
H: Yep, I sure am!
Tonight the boys decided to take a “shower-bath” together. One was showering while the other was bathing. I came in to assist because H got soap in his eyes only to find a overly bubbly bathtub and a Santa bearded C. I asked them how the tub got so bubbly and H replied, “it’s special!” C piped in with, “yeah, it’s special soap! It’s Epic!” I asked them how it was epic and C replied grinning, “It’s special Epic soap…it’s called SHAMPOO!” Later as I was helping L try to wash her hair, I noticed the brand new 1 liter bottle of shampoo was half full of water. Those little turkeys!!!
Sweet baby girl fell asleep on my shoulder tonight. But before she did this was our conversation:
Me: Sister, when you grow up, I hope you find a boy like your Daddy. Someone who will treat you right and love you no matter what!
L: Don’t worry, Momma. I won’t like a boy that is ornery, not respectful or does not obey…because if I do then I might act that way too. Cause sometimes I am sassy…
She is growing up too fast! Love her heart!