(Did that say "a typical" or "atypical" ? No matter...)
"Silly Putty doesn't come out of hair good," announces Tim.
"Oh?"
"I'm still workin' on it."
"Something happened, Mom," Mark announces.
"Oh?"
"I just pulled the light chain and the glass thing fell!" (He means the light fixture cover. It's the third one we've had in that room.)
"Is it broken?"
"Into total BITS, Mom, total BITS!"
"Cheers!" Lucas says, holding his lunch glass aloft, "To liberty and beyond!'
Mark, defending the living room with an invisible sword, "Prepare to be BATTLED!"
Grandma, "We're going to the Asian Market today."
Much later, Papa mentions his sore neck. "Maybe you can go see the doctor at that place," offers Lucas,.
"What place?"
"That shopping place that Grandma said."
"The Asian Market?"
"Yes! Maybe they have a doctor there."
"Mom, I'm cold!" says Mark.
"Do you want your bathrobe?"
"I don't need my robe! I believe in the power of the living God!"
Other items of note.....(typical, atypical....you decide)
We read about Sumerian cuneiform, listened to Adventures in Odyssey, explained adultery, and found out what magnetite looks like.
The kids and I read about DaVinci. We say "DaVinci" and "Mona Lisa" in our best Italian accents. (I love accents, go ahead, try it, it's fun. "Da Vinci!" see? ). Sarah and I draw pictures across the table of each other. We walk Sarah to GEMS (church on the corner), while my neighbor takes Tim to soccer. Mark and Lucas and I pick acorn squash and eat broccoli at the garden.
Tim's spelling sentence for today is "My orange farm heard you." This cracks him up for some reason. Older two timed themselves in typing and math flashcards. I read Richard Scarry's Peasant Pig and the book KAPOW! at least 5 times today (Counting the days until we can get to the library again.)
We danced to the song, "There's a zombie on my lawn," and Sarah and I read Romans Chapter Five together in our "dramatic" voices. All this, plus five loads of laundry and the ten commandments all in a typical day at the Westphals. Thanks for joining us and tune in next week when Marcus says, "Uh-oh, sorry Mom."
