On A Roll

Reagan's sense of humor is blossoming.  She is genuinely funny, in her little helium, 4-year-old-grammar voice.  Today, during a raging thunderstorm, I was playing the piano and singing at the top of my lungs.  Reagan was snacking on popcorn.

As I sang, she just looked at me, harrumphed, an said "MOM!  PLEASE!  I'm trying to EAT here!"

Peace and Quiet

Reagan spent the night with the grandparents last night, and Colby is at camp.  That meant that Quinn was an only child for the duration of an entire evening.  He LOVED IT.  After picking up Reagan, he said the following....

Quinn: "Can we leave Reagan at grandma's house a little longer?  I enjoyed the peace and quiet."
Mom: "It's about to get a whole lot louder in these parts, once your brother and sister come back home."
Quinn: "I know.  I just really liked being alone in the quiet."
Reagan: "Quinn, don't you WANT me anymore?????"

Poor little girl.  I want you.  I'll always want you.

More New Verbage

On the way in to Vacation Bible School recently...

Reagan: "Look, Mom!  A big mailbox!"
Mom: "Yes, there's a big mailbox in front of the church. "
Reagan: "Wow.  That's AWK-WARD."
Mom: "Why is a mailbox awkward?"
Reagan: "It's just so silly!"

New Verbage

Reagan: "Mom, I call GrandmVerne?"
Mom: "What are you going to say?"
Reagan: "I say 'Hi Ancestor.  I spend night at your house for two weeks?"

Tattle Tale

The kids were sitting in the back seat, having their usual bickering conversation....

Quinn: "God did not create the dinosaurs"
Reagan: "Yes He DID!"
Quinn: "Reagan, I wasn't talking to you.  See, this is what I get so sick of.  You butt into every conversation!"
Reagan: "MOM!!!!  QUINN CALLED ME A SICKUV!!!"

Mackinac Island Spudge

Brought home some souvenir fudge for the kids from Mackinac Island.  Reagan has been asking for a piece of "spudge" ever since.  When her brothers correct her, she gets very offended, and tells THEM that they're saying it wrong. 

Spudge.  Makes me smile.

BUGS

All of a sudden, as of June 7th, 2013.... we have an infestation.  The mosquitos hatched.  And BOY did they hatch this year.  Don't know if it was the long winter or what, but the mosquitos had lots and lots and lots of time to breed, and going outside is akin to an Alfred Hitchcock movie.  Between the over-abundant ticks, wasps and mosquitos, it's hard to truly enjoy the few beautiful spring days we get, because people... .it's a war zone out there.

My children accidentally left the car doors open after getting home from church today.  That means that when we got back IN to the car to go somewhere, it was bug-city. 

Reagan: "I don't like 'squitos!"
Mom: "ME NEITHER!"
Colby: "Mom, there's one on the ceiling right now.  See it?"
(SLAP)
Mom: "Now I don't"
Colby: "It left bug juice behind on the ceiling."
Mom: "I'd rather see bug juice than a mosquito."
Quinn: "Mom, why do you have to kill them?  They're afraid of you!  Just open your window and let them fly out."
Mom: "No.  They need to die."  (such a nurturing mother.  I know.)

Reagan: "Yeah, Quinn.  Wasps and 'squitos and ticks EAT OUR BRAINS."
Mom: "Well, not quite."
Reagan: "Wasps EAT us.  And I tell them 'wasp, you watch your tone young lady!"

hee hee hee.  She may have heard that phrase a time or two in her little life.

Silly Little Fairy