Fruit Inspection

Earlier this week we played a lot outside. One day, the kids were playing nicely in the water sprinkler and all of a sudden, Emery started crying like he had gotten hurt. I peeked over the top of my sunglasses a saw him sitting in a puddle and Savannah with her hands on her hips.

Then I asked the inevitable: “What happened?”

And here is what she said: “Well Mommy, I was sitting here but wanted to be in the chair and Emery was too close to me and I didn’t want to assidentally knock over him so I pushed him down instead. Is that okay?”

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After one long morning in the sun, complete with sunscreen, it was time for naps. I leaned down and gave Savannah a kiss and this is the conversation that followed:

She Said: Yuck, Mama, you stink!!!
I Said: I do? What do I smell like?
She Said: Beets.
I Said: Beets??? How do you know about beets?
She Said: What’s a beet?
I Said: Didn’t you just say I smelled like beets?
She Said: (sighing and obviously irritated) I said beach, Mom!

Oh, thank goodness! :)