June 2009
10 posts
“Forks are used to stab your food, not your sister.”
– Daddy to Carice (sigh) the ‘joys’ of Parenthood…
“Sometimes when I have milk after chocolate chip cookies, it tastes refreshing.”
– Cali, while enjoying a tasty cookie.
“How does he make himself talk like a woman?… Maybe the lipstick helps.”
– Cali: watching Bugs Bunny trying to trick Elmer Fudd.
“I lost my memory.”
– Haylie: our adorable 4 year old friend and neighbor.
“I want to go with my feet.”
– Carice, walking with Mommy outside, but not wanting to put shoes on ;)
“I’m bein’ a breedo.” (burrito)”
– Carice: bundled under Blank.
“I’m good at baking popcorn.”
– Carice, after making popcorn on the stove with Mommy :)
“If you say no, I’ll scream my head off.”
– Persistent Cali wanting to go the Mall after FHE
Neighbor Rhyming Time
(talking about when Cali lost a tooth (teeth) for the first time: Draper, UT)
Cali: "What was the number?"
Mommy: "14969 Sycamore... Sycamore Hill, Draper
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Cali: "Did you know that Sycamore rhymes with Dickamore?" (our neighbor's last name!)
