Tidbits

Today, as I explained why I was going to the parent-teacher conference, to Gabby, she screeched, "I'm sooo bad at reading...I'm WHACK at reading!"

I'm sorry? You are "whack" at reading? That one sideswiped me.

 

Last night, actually early this morning, after the fourth toasty child had slithered into our bed, Gene heard Kaia inquire, "What is that PUTRID ODOR?...Is that your breath Dad? Didn't your mom...Didn't ANNIE teach you how to brush your teeth???"

That is reasonable right? For the person whose bed your have made your own, against their will, to have their teeth polished prior to your irksome arrival?  Well..Kaia thinks so.