Giggles

At dinner one night, the kids were praying and Wade said something sweet about asking God to make him a better person and thanking Him for his family and friends. Lily, not to be outdone, said, "Dear God, thank you for glue... and octopuses..."

Wade had been asking repeatedly for a helicopter for Christmas. Not a pretend one. One that is a real flying machine, only scaled down to kid-size. I keep telling him that even if he asks Santa for something, Santa probably won't buy him something dangerous, or something that his mommy thinks is a bad idea. His new plan? A radio control helicopter, just big enough that Lily could fit in it and he could drive her around. He assured me that it would be safe, because she would have on gear and  said helicopter would be equipped with a parachute.

 

Another night at dinner, Wade asked if he could marry his sister.  When Mark answered no, Wade replied, "Whew, that's good!  She's trouble."

Last night at dinner we were making a big deal about Lily dipping her noodles in syrup. Apparently she'd had enough of being laughed at because she got a very stern look on her face and told us, "You guys stop laughing RIGHT NOW. It's MY dinner. Get yourself under (con)trol."

 

Lily said something in the car one day that made Mark laugh and repeat what she'd said. Again, she was a little annoyed and told Mark to stop copying her. Wade piped up and told her that sometimes, when Daddy talks to him while he's busy, he just ignores him and pretends like he's not even there. He suggested that she try that too.

One night, Lily and Wade marched up to us, all dressed up in their "gear." Play guns, handcuffs, binoculars, and a bunch of other stuff were strapped to them both. In her best manly voice, Lily said, "I am a ninja!" to which Wade stage-whispered, "No, an ARMY." Lily corrected herself, "I am an army of the night and I will shoot you in the armpit!" To which they both marched off.