Germs

Paige is washing a dish in the sink. 
We are discussing germs and bacteria.
Mama: "So cleaning the slimy stuff off makes the bacteria go away, and it is healthy again for us to use."
Paige: "So then the gooteria is back!  What a great idea!"


It took a minute - but I figured it out:  Ba-cteria (bad bacteria) and Goo-cteria (good bacteria).

Wha wha wha wa wa

Mama and Paige are having a very serious conversation.  At the end of the conversation she looks up at me, smiles, and says in a sweet voice: "Mama, your hair looks like a jungle!"

Dog Treats

Daddy, Beckett, and Paige are at the Dr.'s office. 
(Everything is okay - just Beckett's 1 year check-up).
Paige: "Can I have a lollipop?"
Daddy: "Yes, but you have to act like a girl.  They don't give lollipops to dogs."
Paige (in a whisper): "Okay Daddy, but don't tell them I'm a dog, okay?"

Turnanite

Daddy: "Paigey, come here and sword fight with me!"
Paige: "I can't!  I'm a Turnanite!"
Mom and Dad look at each other - very confused.
Daddy: "What is a Turnanite?"
Paige: "Turnanites steal things.  They don't sword fight.  They wear shiny helmets like pan helmets, pick fruit from trees, and eat cream."

Breakfast Prayer

Paige is seated and starts to pray over her breakfast.

"Dear Heavenly Father, please bless me to be Rapunzel, bless Grammy to be the wicked step mother, bless Daddy to be the closet, bless Beckett to be the prince, bless Mommy to be, um, there too. Amen."

I think we need to revisit the purpose of breakfast prayer.

Balloon

It has been super windy here.  I had gotten Paige a helium balloon.  She was playing with it inside and decided to take it outside.  It promptly blew 40 feet up in the air and then away.  Paige was devastated.  That night Paige says the prayer over the dinner and includes this:
"Dear Heavenly Father,  please have the gnomes find my balloon and bring it back and tie it to a tree for me."

Fancy Thinker

Mama and Paige are making Valentines together.
Mama: "And Oma's favorite color is blue."
Paige: "And pink too!"
Mama: "And pink too."
Paige: "Why is her favorite colors blue and pink?"
Mama: "I don't know why her favorite colors..."
Paige interrupts: "It's because she does fancy thinkin'!!!"

Maybe we need to work on our verbs a little bit...

Mama: "How did you sleep last night?"
Paige:  "Good but I was cold.  The cold air was coming in my room and it was colding to me."

Proper clothing required

Paige: "Is Beckett trafficking?"
Mama sits there looking shocked.
Mama:  "No, he is not."
Paige:  "Am I trafficking?"
Mama: "No, you are not."
Paige: "What is trafficking?"
Mama: "Um, moving things that are not yours to another place and selling them to other people."
Paige: "Why am I not trafficking?  Is it because I don't have a trafficking shirt?"

Austraeeeelia

I am sitting in a chair.  Paige comes up, sits on my lap and looks out the window.  "See Mama?  That big mountain?"  "Yes," I say as she points to Mount Shasta in the morning light.  "Oh look Mama!  It is Australiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaah."