Daddy and W were having a discussion about various things at bed time, when she said cheerfully "Jesus bit me!"...

I'm not familiar with that part in the Bible...

W made quite the scene at the Farmer's Market today. Due to car sickness earlier in the day, she was wearing shorts that are a bit too big for her. As we got ready to cross the street, I told them "Ok girls, when the light changes color we need to go fast, no jumping or dragging our feet."

They both agreed, but just before we got across W started yelling "My pants! My pants! Pants!" I heard lots of laughing from the people around us and looked down to see her waddling quickly along with her shorts around her ankles. The three of us started laughing, and one older lady paused to comment to W, "Yeah, I hate it when that happens to me, too". We couldn't stop giggling all the way home!

W just found the old See N Say, pulled the lever, then promptly exclaimed, "Oh no, there's a turkey stuck in this toy!"

A put on sunglasses and exclaimed, "oooohhhh, the world is so purple!"

A and I were just looking at some photos to get ideas for poses. One is a photo of a girl with an apple balanced on her head. A said nonchalantly "Oh yeah, sometimes girls can do that with apples when they are big girls. Like, I dunno, when they are 6 or so, I think"

So there's just one problem with my plan to let the girls start having a bit of independence by choosing what to wear...

A just told me "I don't care for fresh blueberries. I prefer frozen. You can have these, would you get me some frozen ones, please?"