Pennie:
"I won the girls"-- (I beat the girls)
"What'd you talk, Mama?" -- (What'd you say?)
"We can't find our red car! I think somebody stole it." (The red van we rented while on vacation. She loved that thing for some reason!)
"I always lick my cries." (tears)
Gabrie: "Mama, do you see that above Bubba's lip? He has a mustache!" *BIG SMILE*
Me: "I know. Isn't it weird?!" (that he's old enough for a mustache)
Dude: "Should I start shaving?"
Me: "Hahaha no."
Dude: "Speaking of which, my only beard hair fell out!"
Addie: "Papa, have you ever been Santa?"
Conversation between the girls while driving by a cemetery--on multiple occasions:
*It turned just a little morbid*
A: It's so sad how all those people died there.
G- They didn't die there.
L- Yeah, they died somewhere else and got buried there.
A- Yes, they did!
G- No, they died in car crashes.
L- Or being too old.
G- Or getting hit by a car.
L- Or suffocating.
G- Or from smoking and getting too much smoke in your lungs.
A- And also from chewing up too many cherry seeds.
L- Or drinking gasoline and then smoking.
G- Or if a little bratty kid walked up to an old person and went "RAWR!!!"
Pennie while coloring: It's gonna be so pretty. I can't wait.
And again while coloring-- "I can't see the white. Can you, Mama?"
Lillie: A blue necked pigeon!
Gabrie: Why are there so many pigeons in New York, Mama?
Addie: Cause they're so talented at walking.
Addie: Almost my whole entire body is full of bug bites!
(It wouldn't be summer in Arkansas without some chiggers.)
Driving in the car one day, after a shopping trip with Ma and the girls--
Pennie belts out "Party In The USA" from her car seat. (yucky song, but adorable when a 3 year old sings it). I laughed and Ma asked what song she was singing. I told her, "Party In The USA".
Ma: AND I'M PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN!
**She obviously had no clue what song Pennie was singing**😁😁😁😁
Pennie: Mama, can I have some mango?
Me: Hmmm, I dunno...
Pennie: Please? Just say yes. It will make me happy.
Nathaniel (sitting by Ma in her chair): I don't feel good.
Ma: You better quit sitting with me then if you're sick.
Nathaniel: I'm not sick, it's just the food I ate.
Ma: Well, how do you know you're not sick?
Nathaniel: I'm not sick. I'm just a little gassy.
Ma: You better get up then!
Nathaniel: Mama, hurry up and have Juliette. I want a baby to hold. 😍😍😍
*I don't recall how this conversation started, but there was some definite rivalry between grandpa and grandson this year*
Pa: That's cause I'm a raptor
Nathaniel: Well, I'm a warrior.
Pa: Raptors eat warriors.
Nathaniel: Warriors kill raptors before they can eat them.
Pa. Not this year.
