i ended up bringing a friend's cookie sheet home from a party since she had to leave early.
ben: who's pan is this in the car?
me: lindsay's
ben: i could have sworn it was my mom's. it looks like a real baker's.
me: what is that supposed to mean?
ben: like it has had a lot of cookies made on it and lot's of butter! it does not still look new like ours.
me: rude:0
come on! i cook dessert stuff, just not all the time. i would eat it all if i did!:)
while
cutting out his pinewood derby car, bentley was talking to his
friend/our employee's son who is his age. the conversation started out
with ben saying how he was leaving in a few days to go on a 'roommate
vacation'
dakota: what is a roommate?
bentley: it's someone you live with at college
dakota: i will go to college then and be your roommate, ok bentley?
bentley: ok, but i won't get there for a couple years
dakota: why?
bentley: i am going on a mission to preach the gospel for two years
dakota: what is the gospel?
ben pipes up "ask your dad?!" shad (the dad) pipes up "you'll have to find that out yourself dakota!"
emerson and ellee love to eat "ROTTEN NOODLES!" for lunch while the boys are at school.
not super funny, but oh so true...i went out and got a pallet shelf we had made to paint it. no way that someone (some boy) had taken a drill and drilled holes in it everywhere!! between that and legos being dropped down the feed in the printer, these boys are in debt!
the sister missionaries came over for dinner. they are both nice girls. one of them was asking about farming stuff. she said she had met someone in her last area that was "in a concubine accident". now that was funny. the boys were like, what is she talking about? she didn't even ring in on it until her companion mentioned it later. nothing like a good concubine/combine accident! she didn't know what either were. yikes!
temple sealings with the family. brad grabs ben's legs under the stall in the temple dressing room. he doesn't know who it is. he just says loudly "watch it!" and then realizes who it is. then, "be normal." they will be screwing around till they're old i think.
bridon likes to spell things out phonetically a lot. one i can remember came from the back of the car.."mom, emerson just called elllee s-t-o-o-p-e-d!" he also likes to imagine shooting and blowing things up. you can see him from a distance hauling trash or doing his chores or playing, moving his body up and down while he bombs something.
emerson: 'mom, i ate everything, but the stem' (referring to a nasty hot dog end at gpa's birthday)
me: what about 'so and so'? could you play with him?
em: he is peuw-wey and doesn't wipe very good.'
i ask her how she determined that?
she said matter-of-factly: he told me he doesn't wipe his bum and laughs



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Great stories! Thanks for sharing!
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