quotables bonanza!

1/27 ~ Exacto was practicing Keep the Commandments and Rosebud was singing along, "Keep the commandments, keep the commandments, unless there is safety, unless there is peace. . . ."

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~Rosebud: "Mommy, would you like me to tell you a story?"

Me: "Sure!"

Rosebud: "Once upon a time Rosebud was playing with toys quietly while Mommy was teaching piano lessons, and then she saw a big gray eyebrow and it swallowed her and it went to [Hummer’s school] and the eyebrow spat her out and Hummer said, "Whoa! Hi, Rosebud!" . . . .And then the eyebrow thing ate Rosebud in its stomach again and it went to Nana's and Grandpa's house and spat him out and Nana and Grandpa said, "Whoa! Hi, Rosebud! Would you like to eat some food with us?" And Rosebud said, "Sure." And so she got to eat a whole bunch of food. And I think that's the end."

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1/24 ~ A Rosebud joke. . .

Where do pencils go on their missions?

To California!

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1/12  ~ To illustrate how out-of hand the grammar police have gotten around our house, especially when it comes to adverbs. . . .

Me to a restless Rosebud: "Go ahead! Go potty!"

Exacto: "Go PottiLY."

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~ Me to Exacto: "You don't hafta be the grammar police. You can just be happy!"

Exacto, sweetly: "Being the grammar police makes me happy!"

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~ Rosebud singing the Primary birthday song: "If I had a gift then it would be. . . ."

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1/1/14 ~ Rosebud: "I'm going to hug Benjamin."

Me: "How are you going to do that?"

Rosebud: "I'm going to reach my hands way up high in the air and hug them together." (which she did, very sweetly and lovingly).

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12/28/13 ~ Hummer advising Fluffy about to leave on a bike ride. He recommended that if he needed help, to "look for a grandma or mother with children." I agreed, and then he clarified: "A grandma or mother with children who are HAPPY and CONTENTED."

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~ Exacto had the chairs in rows in the living room while he mopped the kitchen. This became an airplane for Rosebud: "We're flying to Marzipan!"

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12/27/13 ~ We passed a place where we had forgotten to attend their Santa event a few weeks before. Rosebud said thoughtfully: "If I were there now, I would say thank you to him!"

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12/24/13 ~ Rosebud, just before going to bed on Christmas Eve: "Want me to tell you what I wish for from Santa?"

Me: "Yes."

Rosebud: "To see when Jesus was born."

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12/23/13 ~ Rosebud: "Can I watch The French Stole Christmas?"

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12/19/13 ~ Rosebud had moved to Fluffy's seat while he was away taking care of the laundry. I said: "Rosebud, you'll need to move to your spot when Fluffy comes back."

Rosebud: "I don't want to. I refuse."

Me (calmly): "Rosebud, you'll need to move to your spot when Fluffy comes back."

Rosebud: "Okay, I will. I promise, Mommy."

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12/16/13 ~ Rosebud lying with her head in my lap: "I think you are my favorite pillow."

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12/6/13 ~ Hummer to Rosebud: "Do you want me to tell you what C-T-R stands for?"

Rosebud (without missing a beat): "It doesn't stand for anything, bud!"

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12/5/13 ~ Me in a warning tone to Hummer: "You're burning your own bridges."

Fluffy, cheerfully: "I'm burning my own britches!"