G: What happens when your dad, or your grandpa, or your brother dies?
M: That would be sad.
G: But who would be your dad, or your grandpa, or your brother?
G: Why does it say the goal is to read 15 minutes a night? It’s not always night you know!
The last two mornings I have heard the sounds of three distinct giggles as I step out of the shower. Yesterday the giggles were coming from behind Gwen’s closed door. I opened it to see all three kids on the floor playing with toys. The light was off.
This morning I heard Gwen’s little voice just outside my room.
M: Parker, do you remember when you used to ask if you could open Gwen’s door? Why don’t you ask anymore?
P: When I just hear her in the morning I just open her door.
It could be worse. She could still be a baby and I could worry about her falling down the stairs. It’s simply a lack of respect that her brothers have for her right to sleep.
P: Gwen is sharing Jessie with me.
He thinks if Jessie is sitting there Gwen must be sharing!
P: You know the lights were not working?
M: What lights aren’t working?
P: The lights and the lectricity wasn’t working.
M: What are you talking about?
P: I was just disappointed and at night I just heared Dad come up the stairs and he gived us flashlights.
M: That happened last summer. Maybe the summer before!
Gwen: Wait a me! Wait a me! (Wait for me)
At the playground with her head in a tunnel slide
Gwen: Parker, I yuh you!
On a toy cell phone
Gwen: Parker, I yuh you. Gahin, I yuh you. Ok, bye.
Gwen: Wook at that! Train fall down.
M: Did your train fall off the track?
Gwen thinks every large truck is a firefighter truck. We see a lot of delivery type trucks as we drive. The kids were thrilled when we saw firefighters at the grocery store. Gavin couldn’t believe they were shopping. I told him they need to eat too. When we were leaving the firefighters noticed Gwen getting all excited about the truck so they stopped for her to get a good look and they waved to her so she waved back.
Gwen: Comb a hair!
M: No, it’s my turn then it can be your turn.
Gwen: Mommy’s turn? Comb a hair?
Yesterday Parker cried for 40 minutes straight because I let Gwen hold her Jessie doll when we went to get Gavin from school.
Gavin had a homework assignment about the Olympics. He was supposed to pick a sport he would like to do in the Olympics and write about it and draw a picture. He wrote, “I want to carry the torch because I’m too scared to ski.” He pointed to a stick figure with a frowny face falling down a mountain and said, “That’s me skiing and I don’t look good.” Then he pointed at a smiling stick figure holding the torch and said, “That’s me carrying the torch and I look good.”
G: That’s not a good movie. It will give you nightmares. Parker, do you know what nightmares are? It’s a bad dream.
P: This is not a good movie for kids!
P: Because the rabbit is just mean to that turtle. (Disney’s Tortoise and the Hare)
Gwen says naughty nose for snotty nose.
G: Mommy! Everyone can just see you! Nobody wants to stare at you!
This is because I wouldn’t let him turn off my light so he could make a theater.