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
Cali: "Did you know that Sycamore rhymes with Dickamore?" (our neighbor's last name!)