Conversations

Dead silence in the car on the way to preschool. Nobody is talking about anything. Suddenly Fin says,

"Mom? Do butterflies have heads?"

Another car ride

"Mom, what's under that hill?"

"Dirt and rocks"

"But what's under that?"

"Umm more dirt and rocks"

"But what's under that?"

"Magma."

Then I had to explain, magma, and lava, and volcanoes, you get the idea. Upon hearing about volcanoes, Fin exclaims,

"Mom we should see if they have those in this world!"

"They do Fin, there are a lot of them actually."

"Yeah, we should see if they have them"

"I'm telling you, they do!"

"Yeah, we should find out."

I can't win.

Parker has come up with a new dance for slow songs. She puts her hands in the air, tilts her head back, eyes half closed and does very slow circles with her arms. Its very girl covered in mud at Woodstock, and all her own creation.

Parker is sitting on the counter while I get her a cup of milk. When I open the cupboard it creaks, making a noise sort of like a fart. She crinkles her nose and exclaims, "Ewwww! Stinky!" and points at me.

Josh and I are having a heated "discussion." He says, "I didn't say that!" Fin walks in from the next room, not even looking at us and says, "Yes you did Dad." and continues on his way. Argument was over.

Its seven in the morning and Fin wants to go outside to ride his bike. I say, why don't we watch one Miss Spider show, and then go outside (this buys me a half hour).

"Ohh Mama, that's a wonderful idea!"

I'm folding laundry when Parker picks up one of Fin's shirts. "Pippin!" she exclaims (what she calls Griffin), and hands the shirt to me. "On? on?" so I put it on her, and she walks away looking at it, saying "Pippin, pippin." wistfully. She loves her brother so.