Things Kids Say

“There’s windy-wind out there, Mom.” To which we added rainy rain, and snowy snow.

Another Markism. “My tummy’s thinkin’ about an apple, mom.”
Luc’s version, “My stomach is WORRIED about an orange.”

Our microwave flashes “End” when the time is up, and Sarah has noticed this. Tonight she told me that when her snack was finished, she would be “E-n-d, done.” She was so smug that I couldn’t even tell her “E-n-d” spells “End.” Maybe tomorrow.

Luc coughs this morning and announces, “I have a frog in my chest.” “Don’t you mean in your throat?” “Nope. In my chest. There’s two of them in there.”

Tim’s new response to any good news is “NICE!” It seems such a teenage response to
me.