Carter: Do they cut their fingers off?
Mom: Huh? Whose fingers?
Carter: The chicken’s fingers. Do they cut off their fingers and cook them for these? (Indicating the chicken fingers he’s eating.)
Mom: Oh, no they don’t cut off the chicken’s fingers.
Dad: They call them chicken fingers because it’s chicken that you can pick up with your fingers.
May 17 I was preparing to paint my toenails when Raine came in asking me to paint her fingernails. As I was finishing up, Carter asked if he could paint my toes. I knew that if I said no, he would ask me to paint his fingernails. And not wanting to be the unfair mom who paints one of my children’s nails but not the other, I agreed to let him paint my toes. I figured that it wasn’t a big deal since I could just clean it off when he was done and re-paint. Unfortunately, he selected a very cheap, very sparkly bottle of Raine’s polish that did not come off AT ALL! I had to go to the ward party with paint smeared all over my toes. Lucky for me it was a very light pink so it wasn’t obvious!
The kids and I went to visit someone in a nursing home after church today and every time someone would walk by Carter would ask “Is that a really old person?”
Apparently I should have used a different phrase to describe to him what a nursing home is!
Aug 4 Scripture time — we pick our battles and this one we gave up on when the “audible” and “reverent” criteria were met.
As I was taking the video, I accidentally took a still-shot as well. Apparently, we have full-contact scripture reading at our house!
R: “Did you know that prairie wolves are spread all across North America, aka coyotes.”
Every morning, the first thing out of Raine’s mouth when she first wakes up is an animal fact. She’s usually stretching and scooping hair out of her face as she says it in a raspy morning voice.
Raine, in a fit of rage after not getting her way: “I wish I wasn’t part of this family.”
M: “Oh really, which family do you wish you were a part of?”
R: “None. I wish I was a penguin.”
Me, not seeing that coming: “A penguin!?!!”
R: “Yeah, a penguin at the zoo. With a purple tag on my wing.”
I had no response to that!
Raine, as we drove past our neighbor’s house: “What!!! No fair! They have way more flowers in their grass than we do!”
One man’s weed is another
man’s child’s wild flower!
I sent Carter to put some things in his bathroom and bedroom at the new house. Later I discovered the items in the master bedroom and bath. I told Carter again to take them to his room and he told me that his room was the blue one (i.e. the master). After correcting him he complained, “Why do you always get the biggest room?”