MrsA

L1: Mommy, my hiccups are not going away ever!

Me(upon finding L2 unwrapping roll of tape): L2! You’re not supposed get into things without permission!

L2: Mommy? May I get into things, please?

L1: The name is too long so we call it rice.

L2 (bemoaning the fact he was out of waffle): I don’t have more any left waffle.

L2 while riding along on Aunt L’s back on our return hike from Athabasca Glacier, sing-songing: Daddy is a raven, Mommy is a bear, Aunt L is a… [Beat] a elephant! 

After more conversation L1 added that he was a turtle and L2 was a bird because of their hats.

L2 to MrA.: I needed to see the fire, so I put my head on. But I didn’t put my hat on.

L2 (upon seeing a John Deere dealership in Alberta): I know what those are! Those are John Deere Grandpa tractors like what go in the field at Grandma’s house.  I know how to go on the tractor. I know how to get my pants dirty and climb on the tractor and work hard. That’s what I know how to do.

Me: It’s past supper time. Are you hungry?

L1: Yes, my tummy is growling!

L2: My tummy is growing too! It’s growing into a baby!

L2 with his fork poised over peach cobbler: Is it very yummy or a smaller yummy?

Driving through the country roads of Delaware…

J: Mommy, where are the mountains?
Me: They’re in Colorado.
J: I want God to move the mountains so we can see them here too.

A few minutes later…
J: A mountain! Mommy, we can pretend the trees are mountains!