Take that, Mormons!

We just got home from a walk to the park. The Mormons got us on the way home. They were surprised when they gave Breanna a picture of Jesus and she said, "That's Jesus. He loves me and takes care of me every day." She now has God in a photo album that she put in her room so she can look at Him in the middle of the night. :-)

Spanish translator

Last night at bedtime, Breanna needed her panties pulled up, so Shane hiked them up a bit too far. She was adjusting the problem, aka picking her wedgie, a word she knows courtesy of Shane, when she suddenly said, "Do you know the Spanish word for wedgie? It's wedga!"

Good for a bedtime laugh!! :-)

Guess who's coming over for dinner?

I said, "Guess who's coming over tomorrow after church?" Breanna said, "Terry?" No. "Dana?" No. "Uncle Homer?" Um, no. And neither is Zuckerman's Famous Pig.

Boys vs Girls

Breanna: "Dad is in a girl family."

Me: "You mean because everyone else in his family is a girl?"

Breanna: "Yeah, but he's not a girl; he's a boy."

Me: "Yup."

Breanna: "Because he doesn't put clippies in his hair."

Drool

Katelyn had a big trail of drool from her mouth to her shoulder today and Breanna said she had "mouth tears." I told her it was drool, then later asked her to see if she remembered. I said, "What was it Katelyn had coming out of her mouth today?" She said, "Some cry."

Breanna Margaret Gray

Shane was talking with Breanna the other day while looking at the collage of pics of Shane's mom that I made him for his 30th birthday. He asked her if she knew where her middle name came from. She said no, even though we've told her before, so he showed her the pics and explained that she was daddy's mommy, Margaret Ann Gray. Here was the rest of the conversation:

"I've never met her."

"No, because she's in heaven."

"With God?"

"Yup."

"And she lives in our hearts like God lives in our hearts?"

"Yup, honey. Just like that."

I get a little teary-eyed just typing it.

Random thoughts by Breanna

Breanna is just full of funnies today.

We came home and saw a yellow bag on the front porch. Knowing it was a phone book (now I think I have 12 - all different), I said, "Go see what's in the bag on the front porch." She said, "It would be cool if it was sand. Or underwear."

Then later, she was in timeout and then I heard the microwave timer beep. Then she said, in an angry voice, "Thank you, God, for beeping the timer!"

Then just now, during Princess Dominoes, I was humming the song from Sleeping Beauty. First she asked what it was from and I told her, and then after a few minutes I hummed it again and she said, "Stop singing that. You're not on TV." I put my head down like I was sad and she said, "Don't cry; you're just not on TV."