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Kids say the funniest stuff.
Good thing I live with a lot of them.
They tend to call things as they are. Plain and simple.
We were playing a version of London bridges but we were bridge with both our hands and feet on the ground. I had my big sweatshirt on and while John Caleb was crawling under me, he stopped and cried, “Pull up your shirt tummy!” (He’s two and can get away with it.)
Or when I’m trying to straighten my hair with my flat-iron. One of the boys asked how it worked. After I explained it, he shrugged and said, “Only girls would try to bake their hair into a certain shape.”
And when I was giving Elizabeth a bath last night, she was pretending to be a robot. While I was brushing the tangles out of her hair, she asked me, “Could you puh-lease stop pinching the robot’s hair?
Well, when I made these scones for lunch, I was curious to see what they would say about them. We never have scones (I’m not sure why) but it’s been several years. Pretty sad, huh? Abigail took one bite, rolled her eyes and stuck out a thumbs up.
That’s pretty good in my book. I think these even compensated for pinching
the robot’s Elizabeth’s hair. And I think the boys agreed scones were a better baking subject than hair.