The other day in the car Phoebe bought up the subject of
"Where do people who don't have a house live". While trying to explain to her how some people are homeless she said "but who keeps them warm? Why don't they just buy a house?" I tried to explain that houses are very expensive and not everyone can afford to buy a house. I went on to explain to her that we rent our house from the landlord and we pay him some money each month and he lets us stay in his house. To which her reply was
"What a waste of money" I think we have a future financial adviser on our hands.
When Spencer was asking Elijah how old he will be on his next birthday (he'll be 4) the conversation went on to say how in 4 years time he'll be getting ready to be baptised. Spence said to him,
"Do you remember what happens when you get baptised?" Elijah's reply,
"Yes your eyes have to go under the water" Oh well at least we have 4 years to work on that one.
As I was sitting at the computer today, Elijah came and asked if he could sit on my lap as he was feeling poorly. When I asked him what was poorly he said
"I tummy has a headache"
You've got to love life when you are surrounded by such adorable little monkeys.
Monday, 12 March 2012
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Our very own Naughty Little Sister
When I was little my favourite stories were My Naughty Little Sister by Dorothy Edwards. I had them on tape read by Felicity Kendal. Sarah and I used to share a bedroom and she always wanted Alice in Wonderland read by Bernard Cribbins, but that's a different story. Anyway my absolute favourite story was 'Crusts'. It was all about how the little sister would never eat the crusts of her sandwiches which meant that she never got cake. Well one day she started eating her crusts and her mum was thrilled. Till years later the mum found some funny green moss growing out of a crack in the table. It turned out that the crack was a little drawer that had lost it's handle and the naughty little sister had been hiding the crusts in there so that she would get her cake.
Well the other day Phoebe didn't want to finish off her pizza (she said it had too much cheese on it, which wouldn't have been a problem except they made the pizzas themselves so she had put the cheese on). But she wanted pudding. So I told her she could leave the crusts but had to eat the rest of it. She came in with her plate a few minutes later to show me what she had eaten, so I said ok she could have pudding.
The next day I was clearing the kitchen counter when I found 3 plastic eggs (the inside of the kinder eggs they had had the previous day) I picked them up to put them in the bin but thought they were a bit heavy. As I opened them up this is what I found.
The cheeky monkey had stuffed the pizza inside the eggs and got to have her pudding. If I hadn't been laughing so much I would have been cross.
look at her butter wouldn't melt, I'm holding my I am a child of God necklace face.
Oh well, at least I didn't have to clean moss out of the table.
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