Running

Eliana: Mama, my nose is running!

Mama: Well, where is it running to? Ha ha!

Eliana: (pointing very seriously to her upper lip and looking confused) Right here, Mama!

Sick

Eliana (in the bathtub playing with her doll): Mama, my baby is sick. Yeah, she has a temper. 'Sokay, baby.

A Reminder

(We ran some errands while Daddy was away; two stores, in and out of a tiny, two-door borrowed car. Eliana was warned that Mama was going to count spankings (reserved for when we arrived home) for poor listening... one was counted when Eliana disobeyed Mama's helper, Corban. In the hustle and bustle of arriving home and unloading the car and nursing the baby and making lunch, the spank was forgotten by Mama. But not Eliana...)

Mama: (laying Eliana down for a nap): I'm glad you're taking a nap today. You were kind of grumpy this morning!

Eliana: Yeah. (Sitting bolt upright in bed) We forgot my spank!

Mama: Oh, my! You're right. Thank you for reminding me. I think we need to do that right now.

Eliana: (Climbing out of bed) I know. I don't like spanks. But you can do it!

Daddy and Eliana

Eliana blew on Daddy's face to be silly, so he blew on her.
Eliana: (nose scrunched) You smell like food!
Daddy: Sorry.
Eliana: What? Don't say that! It's good! (Leans in for a long, satisfied sniff.)

Marriage

Micah: When I get married, I'm going to take my wife to a restaurant for dinner, and then to Britain.

Cor: I'm going to take my wife to Hawaii!

Eliana (shouting): I'm going to take my man to McDonald's!!

When I Grow Up...

Corban: When I grow up, I want to be an astronaut, or an FBI agent, or a soldier, or a policeman...
Micah: I want to work at McDonald's!

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Corban: I want to own a restaurant when I grow up. Micah, do you want to be my partner?
Micah: Nah. No thanks. Well, I guess so. But I don't want to be a partner- I want to be a waiter!

Corbanism

Learning about density in school today, and like all home schools, the new knowledge was immediately tested...

Corban worked with Daddy, fixing things with tools from his toolbox. They talked while they worked about the density of wood, and compared it mentally to the density of Daddy's tools. Later, after lifting the tool box to put it away, Corban groaned at its weight.

"Daddy, this toolbox is just filled with dense!"