Driving to the library on Friday, out of the blue, Eldest says to me from the backseat,
"Does God make the weather?"
Caught totally off guard, I respond,
"Well....what do you think?"
"Yes, He does. And today he sure picked cold."
I was dressing Middle and he asked me,
"What shirt am I wearing today?"
"Just a plain one."
So Middle proceeded to keep looking down at his shirt and I asked him,
"What are you doing?"
He responded, "I'm looking for the plane."
As for Baby:
"mmmaaa maaa daa daa moh uh uh ummm la la maa ma unh",
because that's all we get out of him.
Hubby was in the midst of making a BLT sandwich for lunch. His (totally unhealthy and artery-clogging version) consisted of: 2 slices of toasted white bread, buttered, and THEN mayo, mounds of bacon, lettuce, tomatos, and, get this, cheese.
So I (snidely) said to him,
"I thought you were trying to be good!"
"I am. I'm using light mayo."