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i know that all kids are pretty hilarious, but sometimes the girls are so funny or so witty or so logical or clever, that i have decided i need to start writing some of these snippets down....

i'll try to update when i can, but i know that i have already forgotten a hundred undeniably adorable words!

me: i love you to the moon and back
cai: well, that's good.... but i love you to the stars and back
(daddy told her some stars are farther than the moon)


viy: can i have dessert?
me: bunny, dessert is after dinner.... you haven't even had dinner yet, you just finished lunch.
viy: i did have dinner.
me: what did you have for dinner?
viy: breakfast.


cai: viy, you can't drink from my cup. there could be germies. that would be so bad. only babies would do that. not a big kid.
viy: cai, do you remember a few months ago? you ate from giddy's cake... he was barfing all day. what about his germies?
cai: yeah, i got those germies. you want them too?


hubs: what is God's most special creation?
viy: rudolph.


cai and viy: can we sit up on these stools?
me: not until you're older.
cai: aw man.
viy: yes!
me: why are you celebrating?
viy: cai's younger, right? i'm older!


cai: mommy, when i get older, i'll be married.
viy: and i'll be married too.
cai: and i'll have a baby.
viy: but you can help take care of the baby. we can come visit you.
cai: and i'll cook for you.
me: that is so precious. thank you! where will you and your husbands live?
cai: who? i'm marrying viy.
viy: yeah, i asked her. the wedding is today.

****update****

me: what are you going to name your new doll?
viy: abraham and sarah
me: that won't work
cai: how about mary and joseph
me: she has to have one name
viy: henry
cai: david
me: maybe you can pick a name that would really fit the doll, like a name that you would love to call her?
cai: oh! now i got it. baby Jesus.


me: oh no!
viy: uh oh. sorry mommy for stepping on your sunglasses.
me: it's okay. i am just really sad, that's all.
viy: well, maybe next time you shouldn't leave them on the ground?


viy: we need to pray the power comes back on.
cai: i'll do it. Lord, please bring the power back for our micro-cave.


daddy: you girls are the sweetest
viy: i know. miss jaime told me that already


****and another update****
viy: could i have a flower butterfly party this year?
me: sure
viy: flowers and butterflies.... and aquaphor and nivea.
(my girls' skin has clearly been affected by the winter air!)


cai: i am eating rice and my vegetables.
me: did you try the chicken? it's a little sweet...
cai: yeah, i am going to save that for dessert.


daddy: you and your sister are both wearing band aids. band aid sisters!
viy: band aid sisters?
daddy: yeah... you match.
viy: (singing) i am a band aid sister.... i am a band aid sister...


cai: are you rocky's mommy?
me: well, i'm rocky's owner...
cai: you are his mommy. how did he fit in your belly?


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