Word on the Street

It's a rainy day and this post is late. One of those still and quiet mornings. I'm going to workout and make 50 apple pies (think tarts) and then have pie for lunch. Sounds like the perfect day, right?

5 weeks left of school. Derrick and Julie are finally here. 

Update on the kids, their personalities shine through:

Most frequent phrases from each of the (speaking) children:

Scout:

Will you dance with me?

Can I turn some music on?

Will you play puzzles with me?

Will you read a book to me?

I want someone to play with.

I want to listen to "Praise to the Man."

No. I don't want shorts. I want a boo-tiful dress.

I'm not a ____, I'm just Scout. (early bird, girl, ...)

No potty jokes!

Maeser:

I need you to come wwwiiiipe me!

Can we go swimming today?

Mom, what time is it? Does that mean Abe will be home soon?

What day is it?

I just said a prayer and .... (He uses it like an ATM.)

After his coach handed him his first team jersey, "Mom, we're champions!"

Abraham:

If I get my work done can I play Kerbal Space Program?

When I'm finished can I play Pokemon?

If I'm really fast can I use the iPad?

10pm. Why are you still awake? I'm reading.

Mary:

Mom, is there anything I can do to help you?

I'll do it!

Can I make breakfast?

Can I make the bread?

Can I make lunch for everyone?

I'm going to turn all this garbage into a Peace Machine that blasts lasers at terrorists. (Not really, but she can build just about anything from an egg carton and candy wrapper.)