Greg and I went to the Cardinals game quite some time ago. The give-aways were harmonicas. Noah calls them "fur-monicas." John calls them "remonica." Noah was playing his and said, "Catchy, isn't it?"
During Vacation Bible Camp, Noah tripped over his friend Canon's legs. Noah turned around and said, "Let's sit crisscross applesauce so that doesn't happen."
One afternoon, there was this strange sound. It sounded like a speaker was going out. I turned everything off, but the sound didn't go away. Hours later, I somehow found a vibrating teether under chair. The chair was sitting on it and it had been vibrating all that time...
John calls nectarines con-nectarines. I think it's very cute when any of the boys mispronounce something. Noah however feels the need to correct John.
A few times recently, I fixed cauliflower for dinner. I tried a few different ways. No one liked it (except me). The biggest kid of all (Greg) started a chant, "No more cauliflower! We want broccoli." (At least they were asking for an acceptable substitute!)
The boys were supposed to be picking up. John says "Noah is playing." Noah says "No I'm not. I'm just testing it."
John says "What's it smell like in here?" Me: "Banana chips?" John: "No, I think I tootied."
John says something. When you ask him to repeat it, he says I don't know.
Noah says "skin" milk makes you have more skin.
We were at Greg's parents. Noah, Hunter, and I were sleeping in a room together. I whispered for Noah to be quiet because I didn't want Hunter to get up yet. Hunter then said, "shhhhhh,"
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