Happy Thanksgiving

You wouldn't know it from all the yelling that's been going on at our house, but I am so truly thankful for my kids... And this moment:

Quiet Kids=Trouble

It is nice that Squeaker and Little Lady are now playing together nicely, but they are also getting into trouble together nicely.... This is what I found this morning right before school on the floor of the garage -- Bad picture, sorry, but it is of the two trouble makers eating through a sleeve of oreos and a couple of halloween nestle crunches. Squeaker says, "Mom, don't come over here to look!" Little Lady says, "Choca!" Caught red handed!

Rotten Egg

The following conversation was overheard while Squeaker and Little Man were getting in the car the other day.

LM: Last one buckled is a boiled egg.
Me: (thinking to myself - boiled=rotten egg? 6 year old mistake?)
S: I am not going to be a boiled egg.
K: Yes, you for sure will because I am almost buckled!
S: No WAY - I am super speed fast!
K: DONE! I'm the rotten egg, I was FIRST!
Me: (huh?)
S: I'm the boiled egg!!!
Me: (whew, everyone's a winner)
K: Yah, but you'll die first because you'll be eaten. I'll take longer to die because I am going to just sit there rotten.
S: sigh. OKAY!
Me: (sigh - i was outsmarted by a 6 year old - how does he come up with these things?)

Out with the old