Imagination

Jamie: "When you close your eyes.....it's imagination."

The Office

We have all been sick this week. I'm not just talking about the same 'ole, "We don't feel well." I'm talking projectile vomiting...all over the floors, bathrooms, and beds. It's been bad. I was the last to get it and it just so happened that Danny was out of town when it struck me. I was in a LOT of pain -- my stomach hurt. Naturally, I didn't want a couple of heat bags laying next to me in bed, so I banished them (that would be Maria and Jamie) to the office where we have a sleeper sofa. They watched movies on the computer until I have no clue when because, well, I fell asleep way before them. Safe, I know. Anyway, today we are pretty much (kind of) back to normal. But Maria has her own ideas:

Maria: "So, Mom....our rooms downstairs are just, like, kind of like our playrooms? See, and then we will sleep in the office. Okay?"

Not a chance in hell.

Nature

Maria: "Bug nature I don't like. It's gross and yucky. But I do love beautiful and pretty nature."

Discovery of Bugs

Jamie: "When I was a scientist, when I was a little kid, I discovered bugs."

Daddy: "What did you discover about them?"

Jamie: "They live in nests."

Daddy: "Cool. What else?"

Jamie: "Their favorite food is pancakes."

OBVIOUSLY.

Worker

Maria wants to be all kinds of things when she grows up. Marine Biologist, teacher, doctor, pet doctor, rock star, but last night she wanted to be a reporter.

Maria: "Mama, I'm going to be a reporter when I grow up. That way I will be on TV."

Mama: "Yeah, of course so you can be on TV."

Maria: "Yeah."

Jamie: "I want to be a worker."

Mama: "What kind of worker?"

Jamie: "The kind that builds stuff."

Mama: "What will you build?"

Jamie: "A house for Maria."

Of course....no one loves Maria like Jamie.

Rock Boy

Maria was the flower girl in our friends' wedding recently. In the elevator after the wedding, there was a couple who had gone to it as well and told Maria how pretty she looked.

Maria: "Thank you. I was the flower girl."

Jamie: "And I was the rock boy."

(No....there was no official rock boy in the ceremony, but he so badly wanted to be a part of it, and this was the only opposite of "flower" he could think of.)

My World

The other night all 3 kids were in the bath and Alice was crying every time I tried to wash the baby shampoo out of her hair. She squeals and it is very frustrating. I kept saying, "No, Alice, you can't get out. Wait 5 minutes."

Jamie looks right at Alice, dead serious, and says, "Welcome to my world."

Jesus, God and Hawaii Heaven

Jamie goes to a Catholic school and last year he went to a Christian preschool. Basically, he has heard a lot about Jesus and God and how they love us and I'm sure he's had to sing many songs about how much he loves them. So imagine my surprise when this came out of his mouth:

Jamie: "I don't love God. I don't love Jesus."

Mama: "Huh??"

Jamie: "I don't love God and Jesus. God is big and scares me because he talks to me."

I don't think he is some special child and God literally talks to him. I think they must be learning about how God is always with them and talks to them through people, things, etc.

Mama: "Why don't you love them? It's good to love God and Jesus."

Jamie: "I just don't. And I don't wanna talk about this right now, we can talk about it tomorrow."

So then Maria heard this little exchange and could not believe what her Jesus-Loving ears were hearing.

Maria: "JAMIE!! You must love God! He is wonderful and gives us things like love and toys and bubble machines."

Mama (whispering): "No, Maria, that's Santa."

Maria: "Oh. Yeah. But, Jamie, God and Jesus are good and live in heaven."

Jamie: "Nope, Maria. They live in Hawaii."

Rodeo

Again, we were at the rodeo. Well, actually, we were driving away from it. I was talking to Dan and Maria overheard me:

Mama: "I seriously hate the rodeo. They are so mean to those baby calves and the bucking horses."

Maria: "Uh...Mama....why do you think they are mean?"

Mama: "Oh..uhh...I just don't think they treat the animals very nice. They capture them and tie them up. I don't think that's very nice."

Maria: (kinda chuckling like she knows something I don't) "Oh...mama...hehehe...well, see, they just do that because they are kind of wild little cows? And well, see, they have to capture them."

Mama: "No...they aren't wild. They keep them inside gates and then let them run off so they can catch and tie them up."

Maria: "Well, yeah, I know, but see this is just how the rodeo is. I don't think they care. I think they kind of like it."

Mama: "no...I don't think so. Would you like to be tied up?"

Maria: "Well...no. I think you're right. It is kind of mean. But I can't wait for next time, you can just stay home."

I don't know where she came from or whose daughter she is.

The song of lewiston...

Last night we were at the rodeo and Lydia was sitting with us. During the national anthem, Lydia asks Maria:

Lydia: "What is this song about?"

Maria: "It's about Lewiston....and how wonderful it is!"