my kids.

Kids say the darnedest things. Here are a few gems from the last couple of DAYS (not weeks. DAYS.)

while watching the PGA Championship 

Me: did you just try to hit your sister with the remote control?

W: mmmm. I don't know.

Me: give to me.

W: but I want to fast forward! There are commercials and TALKING!

Me: little boys who hit their sisters with remote controls have to watch commercials.  

during bedtime prayers...

E: thank you God for pickles

W: (whispering to Seth) pickles? When did you have pickles?

E: (whispering to W) you didn't finish your dinner.

Turn around to see E with a pair of scissors about to cut her hair

Me: NO! NO! NO! We DONOT cut our hair. Paper! We only cut paper! 

E: but Ms. Monica uses scissors to cut hair.

Me: *deep breath* She went to school for that.

E: Mommy what are we having for dinner? 

Me: probably something you won't like. 

E: what is it? Tell me. 

Me: noodles. 

E: I don't like that!

Me: see? I told you.

Me: tomorrow we start swim class! 

E: but I don't want to drain!

Me: drain? You don't want to what?

E: drain! you know DIE! in the pool!

Me: do you mean drown? You don't want to drown in the pool?

E: yes! drain!

I don't know about you but I'm thankful school started today.