A: Ok, W, we're going to have a party, but it's going to be scientific...

A: Anybody who wants to be a paleontologist say 'species' in your quietest voice!

W, whispering: species in your quietest voice...

Such the comedienne.

A just told S that she's going to burp so hard it will blow the tiny specs of hair off his head.

We're showing the girls parts of The Hobbit. When the Elves arrive, W asks confusedly, "are they speaking English or Spanish?"

6.5 years old...just now 40lbs...first trip in booster...

W: Poodles are the most fashionable dogs.

Me: Oh really? Why?

W, rolling her eyes: Because they wear the most fashionable clothes!!

We play the "Appreciation Game" most nights, where we each appreciate something specific about a member of the family. Tonight, W appreciated Daddy for burping.

My Beautiful A at 6.5

My 6 year old just offered to teach me how to play chess...

A: Dear God, thank you for blessing us with nature and the Earth so we don't just have to live in space.

W in the Sun

A: Whoo hoo! I finally weigh 40 pounds. Must be from all that CrossFit. CrossFit can really pay off!

The girls are going through a phase where the rhyme everything, whether the rhyme is a real word or not.

We're at Les Schwab sorting out a battery issue and I'm talking to the guy about switching between cars. A starts sing-songing loudly, "switchin' bitchin'! switchin' bitchin'"! I'm red faced and quietly tell her, "bitchin' is a naughty word, so let's not rhyme with that, ok?" She starts crying out of embarrassment. Other customers are looking at us funny.

W says loudly, "what does bitchin' mean?" I say, "it's a mean word to describe a woman...we can talk more about it later." I look back at the guy helping me who is cracking up - he says, "it's ok, I have 3 and 5 year olds."

The girls are playing a game where A is W's prisoner. A is sitting on a stool with her hands behind her back while W walks in circles around her.

W, bellowing: SILENCE! Rule #1 is that you are slient to listen to my rules. Rule #2 is that you do not escape. Rule #3 is that you go to Bad School.

A: What's Bad School?

W: SILENCE! Bad School is where you learn bad things from me. Now get our your book and draw a bad picture of Rapunzel with her bad hair.

Super Flower Princess

W is practicing her presentation about goats for Classical Conversations: Goats like to get high. Not like drugs high. Like up on things high.

W comes upstairs after getting dressed.

A: W, that's really cute, you're so fashionable.

W (running off): Daddy, did you know I'm the most fashionable person in this family?

And I'm pretty sure she's right...

Me: Ok girls, this is a good time to practice listening to instructions...

A: What? What did you say?

A, singing: And now it's time for W's fashionable princess song...she wakes up and does her chores, and never spills anything on her dresses, because she loves fashion!

And W returns the favor: A can do anything, but mostly she's just an artist! She's the best at pictures! She's the best at artistes! She rocks the world and everyone loves her!

A: You know what I love about homeschool? I get to hug and kiss my mama whenever I want to...