Okay. I have a few funny things my kids have either (a) done, or (b) said. Here goes:

Grace: Mom, will you comb my hair?
Me: Sure Grace.
Grace: Thanks, Mom. Do I look pretty now?
Me: Grace, you always look pretty.
.....pause......
Grace: Mom, you're always mad.

Thanks, Grace. At least you're honest, I guess.

Grace: Mom, I like you.
Me: Thanks, Grace, I like you too.
Grace: I don't like Crede.
Grace: He's......he's..................
Grace: He's just a bad one.

I'm not sure if I'm sensing a pattern or not. I hope that our home is a happy one, but maybe in my 4 year old's mind, it's not such a happy place. I guess I'll find that out here in 15 years when she can reminisce.

The other day Gage had a game of tickle tag with an earwig. THAT was nice. I picked him up off the kitchen floor where he had been sitting for about 5 good minutes, being quiet....when I noticed a WET, dead earwig on the floor.

**shudder**

At least he didn't eat it, right?

Now, last but not least ~

We were driving home from school the other day when we passed a house with an old man sitting on the front step. This man had completely white hair, and a nice, long, white beard. We drove by, and Crede said, "Theeere's Santa." More like a statement rather than an excited exclamation. It was the funniest thing.

Lets see, I think that's it! Here's a picture of my Grace taken with my new toy. No photoshop. I thinks I'm gonna like it.