“Mom, this bean is Lord of the Beans!”

Eden has been experiencing an independent, slightly defiant, kindergarten spirit lately. Everything I tell her to do, she argues with me about. I’ve been trying to point out to her that the reason she keeps getting in trouble is because she refuses to obey, but it’s taking some time to sink in.

The other day, after she got in trouble for arguing with me, she looked at me and said, “Why can’t you be nice and sweet like your mom?” (My mom quite appreciated this sentiment.)

“Zombie movies are stupid.”

“They’re not stupid. They teach us about ourselves. They teach us what we’d all be like if we came back from the dead…. and hungered for brains.”

“Raise your hand if you everyone wants to sit by you at dinner.” (That would be me.)

“Raise your hand if you like to sit by Tucky.” (That would be thing 1 and thing 2.)

“Raise your hand if you like to sit on the toilet and play with the computer.” (That would be someone else that lives in this house.)

Yesterday we were in Old Navy trying on a mountain of clothes for school. Honor only had one thing to try on (hello Old Navy, I don’t want to dress my almost 4 year old in teddy bears and clouds!) so he got restless quickly. Luckily I happened to be prepared and pulled a bag of health food animal cookies out of my purse.

He seemed to think this was the best thing ever and told me, “Mom, these cookies make naughty boys be good.”

“Mom, Veggie Tales is actually good for people ’cause it’s like Bible stories at the end.”

(And I’m kicking myself right now because Jim had a really good quote earlier this week about church and Christianity and I can’t remember it!)

“Mommy, Eden hit me.”

“Go tell Daddy.”

“No, I don’t wike to tell Daddy when me and Eden hit each other, he just says “good”.

ME: “You and me, we’ve both really got it together.”

MY WONDERFUL ALL KNOWING PERFECT HUSBAND (as he calls himself): “I’m really not that organized, but compared to most of the people I know, I’m a freakin day planner and they’re just crumpled up stickies on the floor board. I’m a PDA and they are a wall calendar from two years back that never got changed after February.”

beep, beep, beep

beep, beep, beep

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

“Mom, the food needs you.”

On the way to old navy:
“Mom, I need more purses and shoes, I don’t have enough purses and shoes.”