Me: Rooster, behave yourself.
Rooster: You TOO, Mommy. You too.
Peaches: Mommy, what are they talking about on the radio?
Mommy: (quickly turning off the news, talking about Ft. Hood) A man had a fight with some friends.
Peaches: And they died?
Me: Yes, honey.
Peaches: Like Michael Jackson? And Rosa Parks? And Noah from the Ark?
Me: Yes honey. I am sad to say that is true. Those people died.
Peaches: But nobody in my family dies.
Me: Peaches, STOP touching your brother, or...
Rooster: (hand up) Mommy, I can handle this! Peaches, you behave!
Rooster: Ew, daddy. Stop kissing mommy, that is gross.
Rooster: Mommy, can I kiss you and we get married?
Peaches: When I get big can I marry Rooster?
Me: No, honey, that's not how it works.
Peaches: Ohhhh! But I really want a ring. A big one.
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4 comments:
love how Rooster can handle himself with Peaches :) LOL
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my kids always want to marry each other too, I tell them that's fine, I know I'll miss it when they clue into the fact that that's a bad idea. Noah wants to marry a classmate, me, Maya, a friend, and two teachers. He *is* a loving boy. :)
miss you! R
Love you guys.
The ring? Oh my. Starts early, huh?? ;-)
LOL! love these. what a great way to start the morning!!
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