Kendall: Mommy, I’m going to marry Sam when I grow up.
Me: You are?!
Me: Wait a second… isn’t Sam the kid who barfed on your table at school?
Kendall: Yes, but that’s ok. All that matters is that he doesn’t barf again.
She’s so forgiving.
No mommy! I don’t need a nap! I’m not tired!
The girls decided to eat dinner at the table outside by their swing set. Peyton quickly spilled her juice and Kendall brought the cup to me so I could get her something else. Then…
Kendall: Mommy, Peyton spilled her juice!
Me: Ok. Where did she spill it?
Kendall: Over by the slide, kinda by her chair.
Me: On the ground? That’s fine I’m not worried about it.
Kendall: Well, it’s going to grow into apple trees! It was apple juice, right?
Mommy! Look! I made a calendar! It has Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Thursday, Friday and Hump Day!
Peyton: Mommy, I wish we had a dog.
Me: Oh yeah? You want a dog?
Peyton: Yeah…(sigh)…I wish we had a dog instead of the baby.
I’m sitting at my desk trying to collect my thoughts for a blog post I’m working on when Peyton decides to try standing on her toy baby stroller and (shockingly!) falls down right behind my chair.
Me: What are you doing?! Are you trying to break your pieces and parts?!
Peyton: Only my bones!
Seriously? Is this kid for real?
In the car headed to Peyton’s weekly dance class…
Peyton: Mommy, I want to be a super hero.
Me, thinking she was talking about Halloween: You do?!
Peyton: Yes, so I can fly… to dance class!