I am constantly amused at the girls' thought processes and the things they say. Like when I put a straw in their milk, I hear "No! Straw can't swim!" (apparently straws are in danger of drowning?)
The other day, I told Squirt to eat her sandwich. She replied with "No, I just pet sandwich... like a kitty." (as she stroked the bread) Fine. I conceded. Pet the sandwich then eat it. "No, just pet." Crazy kids.
Another conversation that took place as the girls swarmed the baby post-feeding (they absolutely mob him... all the time. Poor kid can't get even a little space!) had me laughing, and kinda crying inside.
Bunny: Baby! Baby! Baby!
Squirt: Baby come out of mommy tummy?
Me: Yes. Do you remember when baby was in mommy's tummy?
Bunny: Tummy so so big!
Me: Yeah, thanks for reminding me.
Squirt: Baby in mama tummy. Now baby with girls!"
Me: Yep. You love Baby Brother, huh?
Squirt: Squirt-Squirt love baby. Baby so so cute!
Bunny: We do again? Baby in tummy?
(Insert voice in my head screaming: NO NO NO! NOT A CHANCE!)
Me: Mommy has had enough babies. I have one, (pointing to The Squirt) two, (pointing to The Bunny), three babies! (pointing to Little Man) And that's enough babies!
Squirt: Yeah, Bunny. That's enough babies. 1- 2- 3 babies.
Me: That's enough babies.