Rae (playing on bunk bed, annoyed at Ruby, and spoken in a very superior tone.): "Mom, will you puh-leeease get this earth creature out of my tree?"
Rae: "Wow, that door looks bigger than Jesus!"
Me: "I love you."
Rae: "I love you."
Me: "I love you more."
Rae: "No, I love YOU more."
Me: "I love you the MOST."
Rae: "No, I love YOU the most!"
Me: "I love you the mostest, mostest, mostest, mostest, mostest, mostest, mostest!"
Rae: "I don't think I can love you that high!"
Rae learned one of winter's coldest lessons tonight when she licked JP's metal trailer while we were playing outside. At first she didn't even cry; she just came to me and said, "Mom, my tongue!" She had blood all over her face and at first I was pretty concerned.
As we walked back to the house, I explained to her what had happened. Only then did she start crying and then she wailed, "I don't think I'll ever be able to eat again!"
After we cleaned her up, we realized it wasn't that bad. Lesson learned!
And for good measure, here's one from Ruby (peering through her binoculars): "I see Oo-da!"
Translation: Rudolph! :)