funnies

Most recent edition of the funnies:

According to Maya...
Instead of udders, a cow has "milkers."

It's Santa and Mr. Clause that delivered the goods. (Is that a child exposed to diversity or what?)

As we get ready to go to Disney World, Maya is talking a lot about "Goofer" rather than Goofy. Big Bird is "Mr. Bird" and Maya is slightly afraid of him.

The number eleven is "eleventeen."

The other day when I went to get her out of the car she looked up at me lovingly and said, "Momma!  You're hair looks beautiful!" 

And I heard myself say to her while we were having a family snuggle in our bed: "Maya if you pick your nose and wipe your boogers on my pillow one more time you will get out of this bed."

Maya said me the other day when she was hanging up her coat: "See my hookers?" in reference to the loop with which to hang it.


When she couldn't get her finger in the raisin box far enough to scoop them out she yelled: ""My raisins are broken!"

She's had a runny nose and doing a lot of sniffling and finally she yelled: "I'm trying to get the snot back into my nose!"

I hear her say to things that frustrate her: "You're driving me nuts!" and I am certain I have uttered these words in more tense car related moments laden with crying and whining and unauthorized seat belt unbuckling.

And, my personal favorite, Maya LOVES to announce her joy.  In any random moment, when the feeling overcomes her, Maya yells out: "I'MMMMM  HAPPYYYYYYYYYY!" 

I think we would all be better off if we did this.

And from Ella...

On the way to school I asked Ella and Skyler if they had any interest in the Mandarin Chinese club.  "It would mean I would bring you to school a little early on Tuesdays and you could learn to speak Chinese."  Ella replied:  "Nah.  I care more about having play time in the morning."  Skyler said, "Well, I care about both Chinese and play time but I choose more play time."


"Today, at school Callie's tooth was very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very,  very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very wiggly.  It feel right out at snack time.  She couldn't find it.  Will the tooth fairy still bring you something if you can't find your tooth?"

(On a similar note, our 4-year-old nephew, Brevan, lost his first tooth and refused to surrender his tooth for the Tooth Fairy.  "Will she bring me $100?"  he asked.  The answer, reasonably was no. "Then I'm not giving it up.")

Auntie Krick, Brevan's mom, got the girls matching dresses for Christmas.  Unfortunately, Ella's is too short and if she isn't careful her undies show.  She has been very resentful about it and went on a bit of a tirade:
"Who made this dress anyway?  Was it some weird man?  Don't they know how big a six-year-old is?  Have they ever seen a six-year-old?!  I love the dress.  It is so beautiful and now it's TOO SHORT! I mean, it's not fair!  Maya's dress is long enough and fits her!  I think they did it on purpose!"

We went to my mom's choral concert in Camden and after the second song, Ella leaned over and said, "I didn't know a song could sound so beautiful."