These two never cease to amuse me, and I thought it only fair to share their latest shenanigans with you all as well:
Nope, not their birthday
When I met Brian at daycare after the Father's Day party last month, he took Colby to the restroom while I watched Clara finish up her dinner. Imagine my
disgust surprise when I watched her pick up her hot dog, DIP IT IN HER CUP OF TEA, and eat it. Because that wasn't weird enough, she then proceeded to do the same thing with her potato chip.
After we got back from our trip to the Dominican, the twins had a lot of questions about our travels. My favorites from Colby were, "Why did you go to the beach without us? Did the airplane man say no kids could come?" (Yes, that's exactly why we didn't take you... blame the airplane man.) Also, thanks to Captain Jake & the Neverland Pirates, he was very interested to find out if Brian and I had spent the week throwing coconuts at each other's heads.
After one of the more recent sibling skirmishes, I reminded Clara that she needed to apologize to Colby and give him a hug. She looked at me sullenly and said, "I don't have no more hugs in my heart." She's nothing if not honest (... and grammatically challenged).
The twins recently requested that we each take one of their stuffed animals to work with us and take pictures to document their activities. Unfortunately, Brian forgot Colby's beloved Teddy at work. Once they were reunited the following evening, Colby said to me, "Mommy, Teddy wasn't alone at Daddy's work because he has Jesus in his heart." Bless that little boy's heart!
The monitor had been quiet for a good 20 minutes the other night after we put the twins to bed when we heard Colby calling for us:
Me: What is it, bud?
Colby: I tooted.
Brian & me: [laughing]
Colby: Did you hear it?
Me: Sure, we heard it, bud.
Colby: Was it loud?
Me: Oh yes, it was really loud.
Colby: Did you and daddy laugh?
Me: Yes, bud, we both laughed.
Colby: Ok... I'm gonna do it again.
And then a recent conversation I had with Clara at bedtime:
Me: Are you going to be a mommy some day?
Clara: I can't because I don't have a baby in my tummy.
Me: Well one day when you're grown up, maybe God will put a baby in your tummy.
Clara: I'm this many [holds up 4 fingers], so maybe God can put a baby in my tummy now!
Yep, age 4 is obviously the appropriate age to conceive a child.
And lastly, the twins discovered the wonders of the Amazon Echo at Brian's parents house a few weeks ago. After they got over the initial amusement of asking her basic questions, they moved onto their favorite activity: poop jokes.
Oh, age 4, how you amuse us, so!