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You didn't hear it from me....

I would never want to have a recording of all the things I say in a day.  Most days there would be a whole list I'd like to take back.  Then sometimes, it seems like I am being recorded.  Three little mouths begin to speak back the words they hear each day.  Other than a random "What in the heck of the world?!?"  I have yet to be offended.  I'm certain that will change.  For now, I'll let my children do the talking.


Emerson while walking around the house hitting things with a foam bat...
"Dis is dangerous!  Dis is not safe, Bookyn!  Dis is dangerous!"
Paige giving Brooklyn one of the erasers she had picked out at Target
"You can have one and that's it.  I don't want to hear any complaining about it.  Do you understand?"

Brooklyn after deciding to put back 2 of the 3 things she wanted to buy
"That was a wise choice!"
Paige teasing Adam while trying to get him to put down the tailgate on truck
"You put it down or I am going to spray you with the hose.  Now, what do you want your decision to be? (He goes to the truck)  I see you've made your choice."

I guess I talk a lot about choices.....and danger.  Go figure!  I leave you with possibly one of the most telling quotes to date. 

Paige was three and Brooklyn was one.  We were on vacation and driving in the van.   Paige decided to play a game of word pronunciation with Brooklyn.

P: Brooklyn, say ball.
B: Ba
P: Brooklyn, say sky.
B: Ky
P: Brooklyn, say consequence.

Yep.  That pretty much sums it up.

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