"Why was Mrs. Potatohead on the kitchen counter?" Waiting for punchline... No- he really was asking about Mrs. Potatohead being on the kitchen counter.
I finish wrestling with her impossible pants belt buckle. "I have a seat belt, like Daddy! Now I can pee standing up!"
Sweeping a little too close to Bree in her high chair. She pats my bum and says "Bahm baahm!"
Mia calling from the bathroom, "Mooooomeeeee! Wipe meeeeee!" Anya answers "Kaaaaay!"
Mia's friend's mommy is pregnant, and Mia's friend is convinced she has a baby in her own tummy, too. "Do you have a baby in your tummy, too, Mia?" "No."
Two Christmas stories and a church video later: "I have a baby boy in my tummy! His name is Jesus!"
Mia watching a commercial for Evan Almighty, "The Office! Oh I love The Office!" Errr...
After three months of non-stop requests for the same song, Mia asks me for the gazillionth time, "Mom, do you like Hootie and the Blowingfish?" I decide to mix things up a little and change my answer for the first time. "You know what, Mia? I think I like them now! Yep, I've decided that because you like them so much, and I like you, I now like them. So, yes, Mia- I like Hootie and the Blowfish." Our very next trip in the car- her "favorite" song is already cued starts playing. "Nooo, Mooom!! Not that one again!"
On a more serious note, did you see the rash on Bree in the Potatohead glasses? I'm thinking combination spicy food, windy cold weather. Well, A+D ointment is to my mom like Windex is to the dad on Big Fat Greek Wedding- and I swear by the stuff myself. It looked this way the next day, but I didn't get a photo 'til two days later: