From a 6-year-old Boy

I was giving my three youngest siblings a bath last night, in preparation for a weekend at the Center for Courageous Kids. The oldest of them, James (who is perfectly capable of taking a shower, but prefers the bath because it means playing in water for a half an hour) kept passing gas while they were in the tub. All three of them thought that was the funniest thing on the planet. So I'm sitting there, shaking my head a little and half-laughing, thinking Oh my word, when the perceptive and randomly hilarious James says:

"You're a girl. Girls don't like farting."

Me: "Yeah, well, why do you like farting?"

James: "'Cause they're STINK BOMBS!"

A Classic Boy v. Girl Moment

I was running errands yesterday with my youngest brother (Rilian) and sister (Coral). The library was our last stop. After reading a stack of books aloud to Rilian while Coral played with puzzles and a stuffed green frog, it was time to go. I don't know when it had started but, by the time we reached the door, it was pouring rain out. So I opened the door, we grabbed hands, and ran out on the count of three.

There were enormous puddles scattered all over the parking lot.

I was just trying to get to the car as quickly as possible because it was cold and wet and dark and there was a tornado warning out.

Rilian was jumping and splashing through every single puddle he could reach, giggling his adorable little head off.

Coral goes, "Ahhh!! It's getting in my shoes!"