Maggie, who is a v.e.r.y. s.l.o.w. eater, and more often than not wants help eating; "Everything you give me tastes better when you help me."
I don't like pineapple.
How do you know?
Because it has pines in it.
Maggie and I were rocking. She was wiping her nose on the chair, so I suggested she go get a tissue. She then asked if I'd pause the chair so she wouldn't miss anything. When she returned (much later...), it was likely with a square of shredded and wadded up toilet paper.
Jack to Maggie (roughly); "If you were in a race, I'd choose a spot by you to help you win." (Mom's heart melts just a tiny bit more)
Maggie responded; "Jack, you're a good brother." (Aaawww ....)
Maggie; "Give me a piggy bank ride."
Jack on learning that Leesha's household has been contending with tummy ick; "It's too bad that Bridget's house has fallen ill."
The other day, I gave the kids gum in the hopes of having them be quiet for a while. When I blew a bubble with mine, they asked how I did that. Ever tried to explain that to someone? And demonstrate? While driving?
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