Kids are hilarious. HILARIOUS.
The other day, Adelaide walked into the kitchen with a somber face... and an outfit... well, Melinda couldn't keep a straight face. Poor Adelaide sighed and sighed as she tried to get Mom to understand the seriousness... it's serious MOM.... of the situation.
The big clown nose was nose armor... Melinda asked. Don't worry, Adelaide made it through her serious, VERY SERIOUS, adventure. The big guy split in half when she threw something at him. Then she used the couch to time travel back home in time for dinner. Whew!
Eleanor's imagination is just as active as Adelaide's. The other night, when asked to go brush her teeth, Eleanor announced that she couldn't open the door to leave her room. Why? Because, she didn't want to put down her pretend trumpet. It might get lost (being invisible and all).
After some negotiating, Eleanor put her "trumpet" under her bed. She picked it right up when she returned and treated us to a jam session.
Adelaide: The ball starts at eighty-eight o'clock.
Daddy is made out of a boy.
Adelaide: Eleanor, don't cry. We don't cry when we spill raisins, only when we spill chocolate.
Eleanor: Can I have that juice?
Melinda: Sorry honey, this is for Adelaide. She has a headache.
Eleanor: I have head eggs. I allergic to my head eggs. I need juice.
Adelaide: Mommy, do you know what my favorite fish was?
Melinda: What?
Adelaide: The Orangutang.
So, stingray seems to be a really hard word for our kids to say.
Eleanor: When I grow up I want to be a sting-ling and then a pirate....
Closer on the string ray! Eleanor thinks it would be funny to sting herself. Also, she dreams of being a pilot, just as soon as she can pronounce the "l" correctly.
Adelaide: This dance is called ring the bell...And, this one is called slow the cow.
Oh, if only we had a video to go with this one!
Eleanor: I'm the princess and Daddy is the prince.
Adelaide: What about me?
Eleanor: umm... You are the good queen.
Melinda: What am I?
Eleanor: You are the mommy...umm... the bad queen.
Eleanor: Is yogurt alive?
Melinda: What do you want for Christmas, Eleanor?
Eleanor: I want to dress up like a cat and go trick-or-treating.
For a long time, Eleanor seemed to think Christmas and Halloween were the same holiday with different color palettes.
Adelaide: Everybody turns four once in a while.
Eleanor: Do you know what I'm going to dress up for Christmas? A bat!
Eleanor: I'm singing about a baby rockin' in Israel.
Melinda: Did you like your new teacher?
Eleanor: A little bit... not all the way.
Adelaide: Mom, is it still Christmas?
Melinda: No, not anymore.
Adelaide: oh... Is it Kwanza?
Melinda: Um, yeah, I guess so for a few more days.
Adelaide: Yay! Happy Kwanza!
The other day, Adelaide walked into the kitchen with a somber face... and an outfit... well, Melinda couldn't keep a straight face. Poor Adelaide sighed and sighed as she tried to get Mom to understand the seriousness... it's serious MOM.... of the situation.
Mom, I am going on a VERY serious
and scary adventure. A bad guy has been
hurting some of my ancestors. Don't worry,
will be okay. When he sees me,
he'll be all, "I don't want to girl."
And then I'll throw something at him.
The big clown nose was nose armor... Melinda asked. Don't worry, Adelaide made it through her serious, VERY SERIOUS, adventure. The big guy split in half when she threw something at him. Then she used the couch to time travel back home in time for dinner. Whew!
Eleanor's imagination is just as active as Adelaide's. The other night, when asked to go brush her teeth, Eleanor announced that she couldn't open the door to leave her room. Why? Because, she didn't want to put down her pretend trumpet. It might get lost (being invisible and all).
After some negotiating, Eleanor put her "trumpet" under her bed. She picked it right up when she returned and treated us to a jam session.
Kind of like a pretend
Louis Armstrong.
Here's a few others of our favorite quotes from the kids recently.
Daddy is made out of a boy.
Adelaide: Eleanor, don't cry. We don't cry when we spill raisins, only when we spill chocolate.
Eleanor: Can I have that juice?
Melinda: Sorry honey, this is for Adelaide. She has a headache.
Eleanor: I have head eggs. I allergic to my head eggs. I need juice.
Adelaide: Mommy, do you know what my favorite fish was?
Melinda: What?
Adelaide: The Orangutang.
So, stingray seems to be a really hard word for our kids to say.
Eleanor: When I grow up I want to be a sting-ling and then a pirate....
Closer on the string ray! Eleanor thinks it would be funny to sting herself. Also, she dreams of being a pilot, just as soon as she can pronounce the "l" correctly.
Adelaide: This dance is called ring the bell...And, this one is called slow the cow.
Oh, if only we had a video to go with this one!
Eleanor: I'm the princess and Daddy is the prince.
Adelaide: What about me?
Eleanor: umm... You are the good queen.
Melinda: What am I?
Eleanor: You are the mommy...umm... the bad queen.
Eleanor: Is yogurt alive?
Melinda: What do you want for Christmas, Eleanor?
Eleanor: I want to dress up like a cat and go trick-or-treating.
For a long time, Eleanor seemed to think Christmas and Halloween were the same holiday with different color palettes.
Adelaide: Everybody turns four once in a while.
Eleanor: Do you know what I'm going to dress up for Christmas? A bat!
Eleanor: I'm singing about a baby rockin' in Israel.
Melinda: Did you like your new teacher?
Eleanor: A little bit... not all the way.
Adelaide: Mom, is it still Christmas?
Melinda: No, not anymore.
Adelaide: oh... Is it Kwanza?
Melinda: Um, yeah, I guess so for a few more days.
Adelaide: Yay! Happy Kwanza!
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