Quoting the Cute: Page Eighteen

Eight-year-old daughter as we walked home from a swimming party at the park:  "I am a little embarrassed.  I've never walked around in noodle straps before."

Five-year-old daughter as she said a morning prayer for the family:  "Please bless us to run fast if we see a lion or something."

Four-year-old son singing at the end of his favorite movie:  "Everybody's gone kung fu farting!" (followed by giggles)  

One-year-old son:  We've been doing early language lessons with him since he was only saying a handful of words at eighteen months.  The real reason why I've been doing this is not because I'm worried about his development, but because I knew he would think it was fun and I feel like he's been ignored too often since I have my hands so full with all of these children.  As an update (just for me, so I can remember), when we started doing this, he was only using these words: out, uh-oh, whee, Ma, go, tada, and hi.

After a spelling race of the word "Mississippi" with her sister, my eight-year-old told me it could also be spelled MRS. SIPPI, which I thought was very clever!

My five-year-old was eating an artichoke with me one day and when she peeled her way almost down to the heart, she held it up and excitedly said, "It looks like a squirrel nut!"  She meant acorn, but I don't think I'll ever see an acorn again without remembering her cute little voice saying this.

One day as we walked to meet his sister at the bus stop I asked my four-year-old if he could walk any faster.  So he started to run and I said, "That's much better," and then he said, "This is called running, Mom."

A couple of weeks ago, my baby started saying one or two new words every day.  These are a few that I can remember, but there are so many now, I can't keep track anymore:  sidewalk, wheeze (please), wink (drink), daddy (with silent d's in the middle), potty (with silent t's in the middle), shoes, no, I got it, cheese, and he even says his biggest sister's name.  He also makes this enthusiastic MMMM! sound when he's eating something he likes and it's so cute I get all giddy.

So, that is all for now, although I should start a new edition of posts called "Quoting the Brain-Cell Deficient Mom."