“Oh, Charlie. Oh, Charlie. Oh, man. Charlie!” – Ruby, as she found the puddle Charlotte was making bigger by the millisecond.
“Mom, just pick her up. I need to mop there.” – Ruby, as she gleefully cleaned up the lake Charlotte had made.
“I am going to be sooo handsome! Daddy won’t even know what to say he’s going to like it so much.” – Sterling
“Is one pickle enough or can I have another one?” – Eden (I said no. We were three pickles away from going through an entire jar – in one lunch. Sometimes, I numbers stagger me. And my grocery budget.)
“I would stay inside and take a nap if you would let me.” – Sterling
“You said the baby would be born after my birthday, Momma. I’m three. How come it isn’t borned yet?” (To which I replied, “It will come any
minute hour day week month now, I promise. I’m told it has to end eventually.”)
“Say ‘scuse me, Charlie. You have to say ‘scuse me when you do that.” – Ruby
“I’m done, Momma! I did it al…nevermind. I forgot to do spelling.” – Liberty, at almost the end of her school day.
“Get all the frowning done now, Charlie-girl. Look at me like that in a couple years and you won’t get laughed at. You’ll get into trouble.” – Momma