Annie: Mom, are you eating those skittles?
Me: Yes I am.
Annie: Mom, those are for little girls, not big mommies.
Libby: Mom, I want apple, please.
(I hand her a whole apple, and she looks at it and then back at me.)
Me: Annie, why would you do that?
Annie: Because I did.
Me: Okay, that's fair. Let's move on. Why are you crying?
Annie: (crying) Because I am.
Libby: (with a look of sheer delight and amazement as she stumbles upon something in her salad.) Mom, Mom, MOMMY!!!
Me: What, what is it?!
Libby: It's BACON!!!! (Eating and hunting for more.)
Annie: (riding in the car) Hey mom, can you sing, abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz, now I know my abc's next time won't you sing with me?
Me: I think that's pretty much the whole song, isn't it?
Annie: Yep. Can you sing it with me?
Libby: Stop it, Annie! No sir!
Annie: It's no ma'am, Libby, cause I'm a girl.
Libby: Oh. Stop it, Annie! No ma'am!
Annie: (watching Hib spray his deodorant) Wow, Dad. Why did you spray your fur?
Libby: (watching Hib spray his deodorant and finally clapping) Yaaayyyy!! Good job, Daddy!
Annie: Um, Mom. I have princess panties on so I REALLY need to go potty.
Me: Libby, what do you want for breakfast?
Libby: Uhhhhh, how bout....Ice cream!
Annie: (Rubbing the "sleep" out of her eyes.) Oh gosh, I've got lots of sprinkles in my eyes this morning!
Me: What did you call them? I've always wondered what those were...
Me: Libby, let's go upstairs. It's time to go to bed.
Libby: Uh, no thank you, Mommy. (And she walks back to the playroom.)