Fight In My Belly

Annie: Um... dad. Sometimes what I drink, and what I eat have a little fight in my belly.

Cleaning My Room

Emma's coming over tomorrow...

Annie: Ugh... Emma's coming over here to play!?!?!?

Dane: You love it when Emma comes over to play.

Annie: Ugh... I know. It's just that every time she comes over you make me clean my room... and it's not lookin' good!

Puttin' My Boobs On

Anna re-discovered the coconut bra in her dress up box today. Subsequently, she also has been licking her lower lip like it's coated in super delicious everlasting powdered sugar... needless to say, it's a little raw.

She has been putting Vaseline on her lip at night to help reduce the rash and decrease the dryness. I asked her to put some on today but about an hour later it didn't look like she had. This is how our conversation went:

Me: Annie, did you put Vaseline on your lip?
Annie: Oh. No. I forgot, I was too busy puttin' my boobs on.

Arm Pit Skittles

This is what I heard from the back seat on the way home tonight:

"I just ate a skittle that tasted like someone's arm pit smells after they just worked out."

Wow. Thanks Anna.

Monkey Poop

Anna was at TuTu and Papa's house last week reading through their grocery list. She apparently read through several different words with no problems and then stops at one in particular. This is what it said:

MONKEY SHIT

She stops, looks at it again. Says "... monkey... ah I don't know that word." Tutu just looks at her and says, "hmm".

Later, Tutu walks in and re-reads through her grocery list. It now reads something like this.

MONKEY SHIT POOP

Easter Bunny

We went to Chicago this spring break to visit Laurie and Jason. We were there until Saturday and drove straight back for Easter dinner with the family. We finally got home at about 10:30 pm after not being home for a week. Suffice it to say, we were pretty tired. It was all I could do to make sure the Easter bunny still showed up on Sunday. The next morning Annie looked through her Easter basket for about 10 minutes before we had this conversation.

Annie: Miss, I'm not sure the real Easter bunny came.

Me: Why not?

Annie: Because he didn't hide any eggs or anything to find.... so I'm not sure it was the real one.

Me: Well, I think the Easter bunny was running kind of late and he didn't have time.

Annie: Well do you think he's coming back?

Glass Houses

Annie overhead Dane and I talking. She said "glass houses, what does that mean?"

I said, "people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones."

She says, "THROW STONES! Of course they shouldn't throw stones in a glass house, it would break all the windows!!!"