Liam & Zane are playing fusball in the Dusseau's basement during our ABF party. Steve wanders down to check on the kids and overhears this...
Liam: Zane, let's play fusball.
Zane: Okay.
Liam immediately sinks a goal. (I am as surprised by this as you.)
Liam: That's what you call experience.
Liam sinks another goal.
Liam: That's called talent.
Zane: I don't want to play anymore.
Liam: That's called being a sore loser.
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Evie: I want to be a great big giant when I grow up!
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Evie went potty all by herself.
Evie: Ma -om! I DID it!
Me, running in: Here I come, Evie! Mommy to the rescue!!!
Evie: Mom. Stop it. You not a supa he-wo. You jus- a mom.
Me: I can be a super hero if I want to! I came to your rescue didn't I?
Evie: No, Mom. Only Dad can be a supa he-wo. You jus- my mom.
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Kate has been on a cleaning streak lately. I must say I am enjoying it.
Kate: Mom, I cleaned and organized and arranged my room so much there just isn't anything left to do! I guess I'll go work on the playroom.
No, seriously... this really happened today.
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Owen: Will I have my braces in heaven?
Me: No! You'll be able to walk and run without braces in heaven.
Owen: But where will my braces be?
Me, because this is where he wants to put all things he never wants to see again: In the trash!
Owen, tearing up: But I'll miss them!
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