Zoe wakes up from her nap, sweetly stretches her arms up above her head, pooches out her pouty lips...and lets out a man fart.
Ezra comes to me and tells me he "bless you" "fee" times in a row. (translation: he sneezed 3 times)
Eli gives me the play by play on the movie I am watching with him:
"Mom, Bambi trying to walk..." "Mom, Bambi fell down..." Mom, Bambi said burr-ed..."
Ella informs me that God told her that we need to adopt a six year old girl from Ethiopia. Every. Single. Day.
I have the best kids in the world.
(no offense to all you other parents with lesser children)