Dorie: "My hot chocolate tastes quite delicious. It tastes likes caramel chards."
James: "Mine tastes like elephant coffee."
(3-16-12)
Dorie [finishing a bedtime prayer]: "And I . . . appreciate . . . that You are not an idol. Amen."
(3-4-12)
Ethan: "Okay, first I'm going to take a shower -- then I'll clean up the kitchen -- and then we can talk about going shopping."
Dorie: "We don't need to talk about going shopping."
(3-2-12)
In the car, when out of the blue . . .
Dorie: "I prayed for a husband named Majard."
Ethan: "Did you now? [seeing that Queena is searching frantically for paper to write this down] How do you spell that?"
Dorie: "M . . . juh . . . D."
(3-1-12)
Friday, March 16, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Verbatim
Dorie: I just ate something good --it wasn't a booger; it was sweet-tasting!
Me: Really? What was it? Where did you get it?
Dorie: From my nose.
February 4, 2012
Here is a conversation from our day in the car, prompted by two exclusively parental cans of Mountain Dew:
Dorie: I want to smile like the trains, but I can't.
Me: Why can't you?
Dorie: Because I'm not an engine.
January 25, 2012
Me: Dorie, what would you want to eat?
My kids are playing house in the way all little boys and girls do:
Me: Really? What was it? Where did you get it?
Dorie: From my nose.
February 4, 2012
Here is a conversation from our day in the car, prompted by two exclusively parental cans of Mountain Dew:
Dorie: James, do you want to be caffeinated?
James: Yeah!
Dorie: Me too! February 3, 2012
Dorie (to her Omi): The girls in Malaysia say "mamasita." I can say "mamasita" so I can talk to them! January 31
On James' birthday, Dorie was distraught about something. She said this, sobbing, while looking at James' Thomas-the-Tank-Engine birthday balloon.Dorie: I want to smile like the trains, but I can't.
Me: Why can't you?
Dorie: Because I'm not an engine.
January 25, 2012
Me: Dorie, what would you want to eat?
Dorie: Peanut Butter and Jelly!
Me: James, what do you want for lunch?
James: Eat People!
Me: James, you can't eat people!
James: Why not?
My kids are playing house in the way all little boys and girls do:
Dorie: Husband, come here!
James: No! They also brought TomTom and
Bojangles to me to kiss. "Ouch!" I said. "Why are they hot?!" Oh dear,
their plastic dolls now have melted wounds on their heads from the
stove.James and Dorie are not ready to be parents. January 19
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