Six year old: (while feeling his hair) I think I need a haircut, it's as puffy as a cake.
Four year old:(feeling his hair) Not me! Mine's as flat as a pancake.
Four year old: Mom, is that a church?
Six year old: Whose church is it?
Me: Do you mean what saint? It's St. Joseph's church.
Six year old: St Joseph! I know him!
Four year old: I think I am having a baby.
Me: No you're not. Only mommies can have babies.
Four year old: Yes I am. (Lifts up shirt) Look how big my stomach is.
Four year old and six year old are fighting over toy. I ask the four year old, what is this called anyway?
Four Year old: Super Why uses it to go Zap!
Me: Yes, I know but what does he call it?
Four year old: A zapper? (I found out later it's a Why Writer but kids will fight over anything even when they don't know what it is.)
Four year old: I'm sooo tired. I'm so upset of you.
Four year old: ZZZZZZZ
Six year old: You have to cut all this hair off.
Hubby: OK, I'll cut it all off and you can look bald like Charlie Brown.
Six year old: Charlie Brown isn't bald.
Four year old: Charlie Brown has a circle round head, sooo you can call him Circle roundhead Charlie Brown.
My husband was upset because he found out that his mom in Puerto Rico was in the hospital and had a mild heart attack. He was upset and had said something about her dying.
Six year old: Why are you so upset? It's no big deal if she dies.
Me: That isn't a nice thing to say.
Six year old:(puzzled face) But when you die, you live forever in heaven.