My grandma came for a visit with my mom this weekend. She brought gifts for all, including Minion shower gel for the boys. It smells like bananas which should be no surprise if you know the Minion movies. However, Kenson's first response was a very serious, "This doesn't smell like Minion."
Speaking of smells, Conleigh was playing super hero/kung fu fighter/ninja in the sprinkler on Monday. She asked me if I knew what her super power was and I replied that I didn't. I should have left that alone but I didn't. Because her super power was turning dirt into poop. Because poop smells bad. I have no idea...
And since my kids perhaps pay a bit more attention to such things than others might, I asked Zeke to take out the trash even though it wasn't his chore for the day. (It was Kenson's job.) He agreed to the task and I told him he was a peach. To which he replied, "I don't want to be peach." Apparently, he thought I was making him take out the trash because he was peach. Reverse discrimination at its finest.
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Zeke's comment about not being a peach reminds me of Julie. Not so long after she came to live with us I called her a sweetheart...she retorted, "I am NOT sweetheart, I'm Julie"
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