What they said

Finding a big ugly crane fly in the front yard, showing him to me with great gentleness and care:

Kateri: He is soooo nice! If you want to call him Pumpkin Sweet, you can! He really likes that. 

Watching the construction at aunt Lulu's house

Me; (Wrapping a Christmas present for my nephews Blake and Luke)
Kateri: Why is that for Blook and Lake?
Me; (laughing, for some reason this struck me SO FUNNY)
Kateri: WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?
Me; Oh something tickled my funny bone and I had to laugh.
Kateri: (thoughtful expression)

(5 minutes later)
Me (changing diaper in other room)
Kateri: (gales of loud laughter)
Me: Kateri, what are you laughing at?
Kateri: Someone tickled my funny bones!!

First time dressing alike, courtesy of aunt Gigi Strube

Kateri is an enthusiastic morning person, Sebastian is not.
Kateri (shouting); BASH! It's MORNING TIME!
Bashy: (silence)
Kateri (quieter, almost apologetically): It's morning time, Bashy.
Bashy: (still silent, staring ahead)

Last flowers from October 26

Sebastian:(singing) " . . . High ho the derry-O, the cheese stands alone . . ."
Sebastian: (pause)
Sebastian: (with renewed gusto) "The HORSE gets the cheese! The horse gets the cheese!"

*Silence at Mass, during the moments after the consecration
Lady in our pew: (Sneezes loudly)
Sebastian: (chuckling even louder) Heh heh heh That FUNNY, mommy, that FUNNY!

Sebastian: (after he hurts himself in ANY way, minor or major, running to the cabinet): Bandaid on it! BANDAID ON IT!!!!!!

Kateri: We are building a train!
Me: Where are you going?
Kateri: We are going to WORK.
Me: Ok, great. Bring home the bacon!
Sebastian: (thinking momentarily)
Sebastian: Imma bring home the sausage, mommy!
(can you guess what his favorite breakfast meat is?)

My garden helpers

lemon balm <3

And, sometimes, you start severely questioning your parenting techniques . . .

ummmm

what on earth? I am so confused and worried

(Another time)

Kateri: (singing) "I will cut you in pieces with a knife, dear Liza, dear Liza . ."
Me: (silently pondering where I went wrong)



Me (reading)
Kateri: (running up to me with a doll) She hurt herself, so we put bandaids on her.
Me: (seeing blood all over the dolls face, bandaids haphazardly all over her head) OH MY GOSH. THAT IS REAL BLOOD. WHO IS HURT?
Kateri (indifferently): Bashy
Me: Sebastian! Where did you get hurt?
Bashy (nonchalantly): on the table
Me; No, where on YOU?
Bashy: (confused look, as if to say "why are you even asking me that irrelevant question?")

(turns out he had a little cut on his thumb, so no worries there!)

OH! these crazy kids!