Kids

I doubt my kids are the only ones who continually draw all over themselves or mix potions day in and day out (I'm just glad this batch was outside and not in bed) or play pretend non-stop or eat a brick of cheese off a knife.  The best yet happened last week when I caught Z on the peak of the roof.  I nearly had a heart attack while talking her down.  Oye, they wear me out.  

They also crack me up. Here are some quotes as of late:

Max: Mom, is that meat in the spaghetti sauce?

Me: Yes Max.

Max: I did not see that coming.

Max to Zannah: You are my witch.

Zannah: You mean your wife?

Max: Yeah

(Ouch. Are witch and wife interchangeable?)

Me to Zannah: Try to stop pushing my buttons. 

Z: You have buttons?

Me: It's just a saying. 

Z: Oh, like you are going to throw us out of the house, 

but you aren't really going to throw us out, just walk us out.

Too many unkind "sayings" obviously fly out of my mouth. 

I was not letting Max have his way and he said to me, "You aren't even trying to be my mom." I explained that that is exactly what I was "trying" to do, but he was not buying it.