#1
A conversationJ: Mom, I want to have a lemonade stand. I want to charge 50 cents per cup. (Using an actual measuring cup, of course) It has to be homemade lemonade. That means we have to grow our own lemons, too.
Mom: Okay
J: Mom, you know what I'm going to do with the money at the end of the day? I'm going to share with you and Dad. (So Dad won't have to work so hard. Gotta quit telling him how hard Dad works)
A: (who is eaves dropping on the conversation) Whoa, whoa, whoa Mr
Smartee. Who's making the lemonade? Who's selling the lemonade? (apparently she wanted a cut too)
#2 ConversationUpon hearing a scream by the baby of the house (as only a baby can do when he wants to get someone in trouble but he's not REALLY hurt), I enter the room. Now, I know what happened but I 'investigate' anyway.
J: Ansley hit Tee. (Yes he tattled. Drives me CRAZY!)
A: No, Judson did.
Mom: (ever so slyly) Ansley, why did you hit Turner?
A: Well....well....he hit me first.
Mom: Ansley, why did you tell a lie and say that Judson hit him?
The look on her face was priceless.
#3 A brag.We (Judson, Turner, Sawyer and I) were walking out of the grocery store tonight. We passed a landscaped area that was littered with trash. Judson yelled, "wait, wait we HAVE to pick up this trash" So I tell him he can pick up while I get the groceries loaded. He gets the vast majority picked up. I tell him how proud I am of him. He says, "Mom, if we don't pick up the garbage we'll soon be up to our knees in trash" How come a 6 year old gets it but the rest of us don't?
The other three are doing great too. Ansley had her first REAL visit to the dentist. She did so well, the hygienist said she'd do a
fluoride treatment next time. Turner is making huge strides in language. He amazes me how fast he is learning. Sawyer's language is also coming along. He's really taking off too.