Owen came upstairs to tell me that Katie was being rude. She wanted a gem from his Lego set and he said no:
She called me a rat and it wrinkled my heart.
Tom: Katie, do you want to watch TV?
Katie: Yes, because Murray has a little lamb.
Katie: Mama, do the tickling thing again, where I was laughing.
We were in the car headed to the park.
Owen: Mom! Did you see that?
Me: What?
Owen: It was like a bird but it was metal or plastic. And birds aren’t made of metal or plastic. Birds are made of…birds!
Katie: No, birds are made of feathers.
I love your kidisms–so dang cute.
Actually, you should write a book of all your kidisms! Seriously!