Say what?

Helping this little Ham get dressed the other day,

"I want to to wear my monster trucks."

"Uh-oh you can't it's dirty."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is. Remember you wore it to co-op."

"Don't argue with a two-year-old." 

He had a sly, mischievous smile peaking out when he so apply boomeranged the words so often spoken to his oldest siblings back at me. 

Car Ride Convo

 Car rides seem to bring out very interesting conversations:

After doing our checks, Ellie asked if I was older than Daddy. (A topic that seems to totally and completely astonish our children) After confirming, yet again, that indeed I am just a bit older, Annie pipped up from the back row.

"Yeah, that's why Mommy is going to die first."

(Avery was in shotgun and his shocked expression was priceless."

Avery to Annie, "Not necessarily."

Ellie before the conversation was overtaken by older siblings explanations, "Yeah, Daddy will die first because he is taller."

Avery's face was even more aghast and he choked out to me, "Well I guess you're pretty safe because soon you'll have two sons taller than you."

The secret to a long life-live shortly.

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