Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Quotes of the week
Betsy left to spend the night with her grandma and grandpa and Joseph kept kissing and hugging her as she tried to get into the car.
Joseph: Betsy don't leave me. Who will be my girlfriend?
Me: I'll be your girlfriend. Come and play with me.
Joseph: Mom, I need a girlfriend this size (holds up his hands to measure an imaginary Betsy). Your too big.
Joseph coming down the stairs this morning groggy, rubbing his eyes, and mumbling:
"What is wrong with the sun this morning? It is still night." (We just switched to daylight savings time)
"This place is a mess. I guess I'll have to clean it up today. " (Coming from the child who acts paralyzed when asked to pick anything up off the floor)
Betsy in her bedtime prayers:
"God help us to pick up our room every day just a little bit. Then soon it will be clean. Then mom won't think we are pigs in a pig pen."
Betsy's inconsolable cries are heard from downstairs. Something must be seriously wrong!
Mom: "Elizabeth, are you okay, what happened?"
Bets: (In whiniest voice possible) "Joseph hit me with a feather."
I'm so glad to have a forum to record my children's brilliant words:) Come to Mary's to read more or join in the fun!