“Dad, we had an accident. It was a spiller. And my tiger has apple cider on him now.”

Carrie: This music is butt music.

Jim: You mean butt rock? This is metal not butt rock.

Carrie: No this is butt music, as in music that I can perform with my butt.

Jim: Wow, your butt rocks!

Eden: Mom, why aren’t you like your mom? When Grammy drives us she doesn’t say rude things and bad words.

ooops!

Honor: What’s Mothers day?

Jim: It’s like Fathers day but much more important.

All the people in moms life, they are kind of crazy.

“Mom, you know why corn is good? Because you can put butter on it.”

“Mom, I want you to buy that for my birthday when I turn 5. Because I would play with it all day and I wouldn’t whine all day.”

We let Eden spend a little bit of her birthday money yesterday at Target. She chose a Kidz Bop CD. (For those of you who are not fortunate to have the opportunity to watch Nickelodeon, it’s a pop music remake CD for kids.) I’m starting to wonder if that was a good idea because I woke up this morning to Eden singing,

“If you don’t got no money, take your broke self home.”

“Robots don’t go potty.”

“How do you know?”

“‘Cause they don’t have butts!”

“Mom, I’ll give you a hug if you give me dessert and if you don’t give me dessert, I won’t give you a hug.”