|Micah has been very into his cloak lately. He calls it his "Hobbit Invisibility Harry Potter Cloak" but he mostly dresses in it when he's being a Jedi Knight. So. It's versatile.|
Lately, the little girl downstairs has been toying with the boys' hearts. Once a day (or more) one of the boys comes to me bawling. "Elanor said she doesn't want to marry meeeeee."
When she finally said that she would just marry them both, they were happy and Grey said, "Then we can just love each other like brothers with our best girl, Elanor."
I think what they're really heartbroken over is the idea that Elanor might like one of them more than their brother! It's hard to be twins and have to share and compete for love.
Our friend Josh was reading the boys a particularly boring and asinine book the other night, (Don't buy books written by Disney, based on TV shows. I know this, and yet...) and he started skipping paragraphs, and even entire pages- thinking my kids might not notice, since the story didn't make sense anyway.
But Grey did notice, and after a few minutes he said, "Hey Josh, how about you just follow the words?"
Travis: I broke my nose on the bottom of the ocean!
Grey: Yes, but was it very beautiful down there?
Micah: Uh-oh, Mom! You better do something! Your eyes are getting unbrown.
Me: Excuse me, Grey. What is rule number one at our house?
Grey: Be kind. BUT RULE NUMBER TWO IS BE ANGRY!
Micah: Let's play dizzy dizzy dinosaur!
Me: What's that?
Micah: It's my very favorite game! I spin and spin and spin until I'm sick!
(After Travis repeatedly told them not to share a toothbrush.)
Travis: Micah, what toothbrush did you use?
Micah: We decided to keep it a secret.
Travis: I need you to tell me.
Grey (whispers to Micah): Tell him, the yellow one.
Micah: The yellow one.
Travis: Is that true?
Me: Micah, you need to tell the truth- even if you think you'll get in trouble.
Grey: I'm not a weirdo! I'm just normal.
Me: No one is normal, Grey. Everyone is different, so everyone is weird.
Grey: I'm not! I'm just the same as my dad!
Grey: There's a bump growing on my arm!
Me: No, it's just a scab.
Grey: It's not! It's growing!!
Me: Calm down, it's just a little owie. It's not growing and it can't hurt you.
Grey: IT'S A NIPPLE! A nipple is growing on my arm!
Me: Do you want a drink?
Grey: I'm just interested in my donut.
Grey: How does Jesus make juice?
Me: Well, he makes a plant that can produce fruit and the juice is just part of the fruit. Men squeeze the fruit out themselves and drink it.
Grey: No, I understand that. I mean, how does Jesus make the fruit already have juice in it?
Me: Grey, if we had a little goat, what would you want to name it?
Grey: Alice! And she'd be so cute like baby girl Alice, but she'd be baby goat girl Alice!
Micah: I would name my baby girl goat Nofe!
Me: What if we got an old lady goat?
Micah: Nofe Two!
Me: Two the number, or Too like also?
Micah: Two the number. If we had a boy goat, I would name him Donode.
Grey: Wow! Donode is a GREAT name for a goat!
Micah: Hurry up! Go the speed limit of walking!