We had a nice 4-day weekend with some 50 degree weather. Not bad for February in Utah! The mountains got snow, we got some rain, so we don’t have to feel guilty about loving the sunny, dry days! I also got to dive into some spring flower bed clean-up and pruning. While I was working I had the following conversation with Anna:
Anna (age 7): I wish you would let us use the word, “butt”.
Mom: Well, when you grow up and become a mother, you can let your kids say it.
Anna (with foresight): No, because by then I’ll probably understand why we shouldn’t say it.
Here are a few more quotes that I’m going to blast through without much context, just so I can get them recorded:
Sam, bemoaning the fact that he had to sit at the end of our rectangular table said, “I hate how far away I am from the food.”
Sam was talking about all the animals he is going to have when he grows up. I asked, “What if you marry a wife who doesn’t like pets?” He replied, “It depends on how good a wife she is.”
Lizzie (feeling a little like an indentured servant while doing her most hated chore of dishes), “I will do all of my children’s dishes until they are 10. Because they are my responsibility.” (I can’t remember if the “they” here referred to the children or the dishes)
Lizzie: When you come to pick me up from a friends house, will you call me 1 minute before you get there?
Mom: Sure, why?
Lizzie: Because it’s just so sad waiting around for ten minutes waiting for your life to end.
Mom: You guys are so lucky! Nothing stands in your way of doing whatever you want in your life!
Lizzie: That’s not true. I can’t do anything I want! I can’t be in the paralympics.
Mom: Thanks for not whining about this. (While we were cleaning/organizing their room.)
William: Oh don’t worry, I’m whining in my heart.
Anna to her friend Mary: Hugo, (the dog) can eat anything but drugs, wine and grapes.
William to friend Matthew after some rough-housing in the basement: We need to do this more often…burying your friend alive…in blankets.