Sunday, January 19, 2014

Don't beep the nose!

When Samuel was a baby, he would stick out his tongue when we tapped his nose and say, "beep." It became a thing with all the babies and has persisted as the kids have grown. They like to beep my nose, too.

During family home evening we were discussing the ancient apostles after Christ's ascension. I asked a tricky question, and Benjamin got it. "Beep beep beep! That's right!" I said, as I stretched my arm out and pretended to tap his nose.

"Here, I'll beep him for you," offered Dominic, who was sitting next to him.

As soon as Dominic tapped his nose, Benjamin said in a robotic monotone, "You have activated the self-destruct button."

Friday, January 17, 2014

Global Observations

Rachel sat down in front of our old globe. "So," she said, "this is what the Earth looks like, but without all the words and letters."

Elisa's turn, and she was carefully looking over the globe. She stopped spinning it and pointed to the Galapagos islands. "This is where the mermaids live." I don't know why she chose it, but that seems like an appropriate place.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"Ariel told me," she answered in all seriousness.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

A Conversation with Makayla

Makayla: *sneeze*
Mom: "Bless you, Makayla."
Makayla: "I didn't sneeze. You did."
Mom: "No I didn't, you did."
Makayla: "No I didn't, you did."
Dad: "You sneezed, Makayla."
Makayla: "No I didn't, Daddy. You did."
Dad: "You sneezed, silly girl."
Makayla: "I not silly! I Makayla!"

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Q and A

Benjamin: "Samuel, I have a question."
Samuel: "I have an answer. Let's see if they match."
Benjamin: "What are you doing?"
Samuel: "Crazy. Oh darn, they don't match."

Monday, January 13, 2014

Where does she come up with these things?

Makayla walked up to me and said, "Look. Ow, ow, ow," as she hit her head.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm ow-ing." Of course. How obvious. I should've guessed that.

"Ow, ow, ow," she continued, thoroughly amusing herself.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Lucky Girl

I was in the kitchen cleaning up dinner. Rachel came in and asked if she could have the last biscuit. "Sure," I said, glad I didn't have to save just one biscuit.

A minute later I heard Dominic laughing from the living room. He came and told me that Rachel walked right up to him, leaned in, smiled mischeivously, and whispered conspiratorially, "I got the last biscuit, Daddy."