When I get bigger, I'm not going to be married with a ring.
Oh really? What are you going to do instead?
When I be big, I'm going to put stuff in the crockpot.
(Overheard conversation while the girls are eating chocolate covered raisins)
It's like we're eating baby poop from a diaper.
Guardian angels don't poop in THEIR DIAPERS!!!
*snort, snort* *hilarious eruption of laughter*
Oh dear. Oh my. What's with the crazy humor? That fourth child just may be my trouble maker after all.
Needing Validation Mom:
Gianna, are you going to miss me when I'm gone for a few days?
But I'm sure gonna miss daddy when he's gone to work!
Well I guess everything will turn out just fine while I'm away.
Gianna won't miss me and Margaret will get the chance to be a big girl and use the crockpot to make supper.
**My secret hope is that Margaret will decide to be a 'big girl' and start using the toilet while I'm gone.