To Brighten Your (and my) Day

Mercy, coming down the steps of her bunk bed after a particularly punishing night with Zion after moving all three children into the same room: "Oh what a dreadful night I had! Zion screamed his fool head off all night long."

Judah, calling from the playroom: "Mommy! Come! Mercy is acting like a maniac!"

Judah, tearfully, after falling over one of the wheeled toys when using it improperly: "Not very clever!"

Judah, after being told to clean up his mess: "My belly hurts from picking up."

Mercy, having a one-sided conversation on her cell phone while she watched me put concealer on my face in the car before going into Target: "We're just at Target.  Hmm. No, we haven't gone inside yet. We're just waiting on Mom. She's decorating her face."

Mercy, after Grandma told her on the phone that she was at the drugstore: "Mom, Grandma says she's at a junk food store."

Mercy, when eating a dessert: "Mommy, is this expensive?"
Mommy: "Expensive? What does that mean? (I was surprised as we don't really discuss money or expense with them.)
Mercy: "It means if you eat too much your belly hurts."
Mommy: "Oh, do you mean rich? Yes, the dessert is rich."
Mercy: "Oh yes, rich."

Judah, very loudly in a food aisle in Target: "MOMMY, IS THIS A JUNK FOOD STORE?
Mercy: "Yes. It's junk food. Mommy, why do people eat junk food? They must not have Jesus in their hearts to eat all that junk food."
(That just wiped out an entire denomination. You know who you are.)
Mommy assured them that having Jesus in your heart has nothing to do with eating junk food.

Mercy, sighing dramatically when picking up the messy play room: "I wish Adam and Eve hadn't sinned in the Garden. Then we wouldn't make such big messes."

Thankful for my funny monkeys, who for all the times they make me want to cry, make me laugh. Happy Thanksgiving!