Eli: "Who is Carson Wentz?"
Eli's classmate to him on tie day Monday: "you look like a husband!"
Annalee: "don't pee on the rainbow" as she hands me her rainbow drawings while I'm in the bathroom
Annalee: "where I go?" as her lack of scheduling consistency leaves her guessing our destinations on any certain day.
Evan: "waaaaaaaaaaaaa" (he is waking up like a newborn these days, every 2 to 3 hours at night, and screaming, so much screaming, minimal naps, just not a great stage for us)
Me, overwhelmed from wiping all three kid's butts in the span of two minutes, to Eli, but more for Greg who was in earshot: "you need to learn how to wipe your own a-s-s."
Eli, happily: "I know how to spell butt! A-S-S!"
Me, trying not to laugh at him or my obvious parent fail: "No, no butt is b-u-t-t" and hoping he doesn't relay that spelling in school.
Eli: "Look! There's "to" in the STOP sign!" As he keeps absorbing all his sight words at school.
Lady at church: "he has got great thunder thighs!" (pointing to Evan)
Annalee: "my brain is going to pray" (meaning she's praying silently).
Annalee: "it's okay buddy" over and over because her brother is screaming unhappily (he usually fusses a few minutes before taking a nap... And by fusses, I mean he freaks out and screams and scares the rest of us!). But when he sleeps! Oh he's preciousness.
"BE QUIET, your brother is sleeping!!!" "Don't wake up Evan, he's sleeping!" "Let Evan sleep!" "Stop whining, you'll wake up your brother!" - Me, multiple times a day, because you never ever ever wake a sleeping baby, kids.