<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579</id><updated>2012-02-08T12:36:54.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Mouths of Babes</title><subtitle type='html'>Kids say some pretty funny stuff.
These are some of the things our kids have said that make us laugh!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-4335267502108822046</id><published>2012-02-07T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T15:07:40.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpletello</title><content type='html'>While praying for a family member, Elizabeth, age 6, "And bless Carli in Purpletello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should have been Pocatello....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-4335267502108822046?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4335267502108822046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2012/02/purpletello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4335267502108822046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4335267502108822046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2012/02/purpletello.html' title='Purpletello'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-561194581558148573</id><published>2011-11-26T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:00:02.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving ears?</title><content type='html'>Taylor, age 7, "Wait. I have to move my ear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-561194581558148573?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/561194581558148573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/11/moving-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/561194581558148573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/561194581558148573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/11/moving-ears.html' title='Moving ears?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-8144660099959160003</id><published>2011-11-24T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:08:53.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth, age 6, "Taylor, there's no dying."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-8144660099959160003?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8144660099959160003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/11/death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/8144660099959160003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/8144660099959160003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/11/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-6553949535190283905</id><published>2011-11-19T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T12:42:14.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause Mommy said!</title><content type='html'>Shannon, age 3, talking to daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon, "Daddy, time to get up!"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, "Time to get up, why?"&lt;br /&gt;Shannon, "Cause mommy said!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-6553949535190283905?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6553949535190283905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/11/cause-mommy-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6553949535190283905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6553949535190283905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/11/cause-mommy-said.html' title='Cause Mommy said!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-7476410862921177099</id><published>2011-11-13T17:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:58:44.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hippopotamus</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth, age 6, "Taylor, it says&amp;nbsp;hippopotamus!"&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, age 7, "No, it says happiness."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-7476410862921177099?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7476410862921177099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/11/hippopotamus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7476410862921177099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7476410862921177099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/11/hippopotamus.html' title='hippopotamus'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-3330368720320765966</id><published>2011-11-07T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T12:51:30.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight</title><content type='html'>Mom was leaning over to get the silverware out of the dishwasher. She complained that she felt fat (she's 6 months pregnant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, age 6, "You're not fat!"&lt;br /&gt;Mom, "I'm not?"&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, "No, you're straight!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-3330368720320765966?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3330368720320765966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/11/straight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3330368720320765966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3330368720320765966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/11/straight.html' title='Straight'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-5481460224079566914</id><published>2011-08-06T18:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:09:15.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elizabeth, age 6, &amp;quot; I didn&amp;#39;t have any bad dreams! Then there was the twinkle, twinkle star.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-5481460224079566914?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5481460224079566914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/08/elizabeth-age-6-i-didn-have-any-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/5481460224079566914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/5481460224079566914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/08/elizabeth-age-6-i-didn-have-any-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-6343858087498430716</id><published>2011-07-23T20:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T20:09:35.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flap-jaw</title><content type='html'>Elliana (6 1/2)  "My mouth isn't stretched out enough.  Let's talk for a while."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-6343858087498430716?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6343858087498430716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/07/flap-jaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6343858087498430716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6343858087498430716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/07/flap-jaw.html' title='Flap-jaw'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-3735797214394185888</id><published>2011-07-23T20:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T20:07:30.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time has lost its wings</title><content type='html'>After a trip to the store that took longer than expected, Elliana (6 1/2) said, "Well, time sure didn't fly that time.  Time walked!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-3735797214394185888?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3735797214394185888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-has-lost-its-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3735797214394185888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3735797214394185888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-has-lost-its-wings.html' title='Time has lost its wings'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-67063300883894586</id><published>2011-07-13T16:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:33:10.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are in the process of packing to move. Taylor, age 7, &amp;quot;You mean all of this is going to college?!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-67063300883894586?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/67063300883894586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-are-in-process-of-packing-to-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/67063300883894586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/67063300883894586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-are-in-process-of-packing-to-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-6577244244842968678</id><published>2011-07-08T10:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T10:44:12.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowgirl Big Sister</title><content type='html'>At our ranch-themed family reunion, we told H-girl (5), who happened to be wearing her cowgirl hat and bandana, that she would soon be getting a baby brother or sister.  After recovering from the initial, happy shock, here's what she said.&lt;br /&gt;H-girl:  I'm getting to be a Cowgirl Big Sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-6577244244842968678?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6577244244842968678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/07/cowgirl-big-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6577244244842968678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6577244244842968678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/07/cowgirl-big-sister.html' title='Cowgirl Big Sister'/><author><name>Southern Spud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yZHqRJVywfg/S-jBCNIbPeI/AAAAAAAABLA/wNrOO9D3Cmk/S220/IMG_0406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-3222322999782397335</id><published>2011-06-25T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:14:00.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow!</title><content type='html'>Shannon, age 2 1/2, is trying to turn off a light by blowing on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-3222322999782397335?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3222322999782397335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/blow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3222322999782397335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3222322999782397335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/blow.html' title='Blow!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-2764162813169810892</id><published>2011-06-01T16:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:34:22.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing?!</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth, age 6, "I'm growing teeth, back there."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-2764162813169810892?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2764162813169810892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/elizabeth-age-6-growing-teeth-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2764162813169810892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2764162813169810892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/elizabeth-age-6-growing-teeth-back.html' title='Growing?!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-7848320242164753380</id><published>2011-05-30T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T10:42:17.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Clouds</title><content type='html'>Taylor, age 7, "It's raining. But, part of the cloud is broke, so it shouldn't be raining."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-7848320242164753380?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7848320242164753380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/05/broken-clouds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7848320242164753380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7848320242164753380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/05/broken-clouds.html' title='Broken Clouds'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-4795380114450762880</id><published>2011-05-28T17:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T10:40:57.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For now...</title><content type='html'>Taylor, age 7, "Let's just say I broke my leg for now."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-4795380114450762880?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4795380114450762880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/05/taylor-age-7-just-say-i-broke-my-leg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4795380114450762880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4795380114450762880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/05/taylor-age-7-just-say-i-broke-my-leg.html' title='For now...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-2255990451721575027</id><published>2011-05-12T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:30:24.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Mama</title><content type='html'>cousin's Mom: yaaaawwwwnn...&lt;br /&gt;H-girl (5): "You sound like my Mama."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-2255990451721575027?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2255990451721575027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/05/tired-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2255990451721575027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2255990451721575027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/05/tired-mama.html' title='Tired Mama'/><author><name>Southern Spud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yZHqRJVywfg/S-jBCNIbPeI/AAAAAAAABLA/wNrOO9D3Cmk/S220/IMG_0406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-2088505031341612536</id><published>2011-04-25T11:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:46:15.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wetness!</title><content type='html'>Shannon, age 2, is sitting on her sisters lap with a wet diaper on.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, age 5, complaining, " She's getting her wetness on me!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-2088505031341612536?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2088505031341612536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/04/shannon-age-2-is-sitting-on-her-sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2088505031341612536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2088505031341612536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/04/shannon-age-2-is-sitting-on-her-sisters.html' title='Wetness!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-6478365574847991388</id><published>2011-04-23T12:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:45:41.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flags Birthday</title><content type='html'>Dominick, age 9, "Hey, the flag's birthday is July 4th"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-6478365574847991388?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6478365574847991388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/04/dominick-age-9-flag-birthday-is-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6478365574847991388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6478365574847991388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/04/dominick-age-9-flag-birthday-is-july.html' title='The Flags Birthday'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-2567867851260397899</id><published>2011-04-18T10:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:36:50.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth, age 5, "Want to have a tea party with us dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, "I need to eat something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, "We'll have snacks."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-2567867851260397899?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2567867851260397899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/04/tea-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2567867851260397899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2567867851260397899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/04/tea-party.html' title='Tea Party'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-1378452596696917777</id><published>2011-03-24T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:20:27.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Home</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth, age 5.5, is a great singer. yesterday I overheard her singing "I Am a Child of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a child of God, and He has sent me here. Has given me a nursery home, with parents kind and dear."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-1378452596696917777?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1378452596696917777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/nursery-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1378452596696917777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1378452596696917777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/nursery-home.html' title='Nursery Home'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-1917677568352076480</id><published>2011-03-10T13:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T13:15:43.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing house</title><content type='html'>I overhead this conversation between Sam, age 5, and Katie, age 4 while they were playing house (the girl's idea):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam: ding-a-ling (holding up "phone" to his ear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie: yes dear? (answering her own "phone")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam: I've been thinking about it and I decided we should get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie: We already are married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam: Oh.... never mind. Good-bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-1917677568352076480?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1917677568352076480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/playing-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1917677568352076480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1917677568352076480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/playing-house.html' title='Playing house'/><author><name>Butterfly Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-3537276324942688986</id><published>2011-01-22T15:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T15:41:35.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful, Santa!</title><content type='html'>Daddy: (after being silly with H-girl) There's a square on our ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: It's called a patch job.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Did someone put a hole in our ceiling?&lt;br /&gt;H (turning 5): Maybe it was Santa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-3537276324942688986?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3537276324942688986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/01/oops-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3537276324942688986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3537276324942688986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/01/oops-santa.html' title='Careful, Santa!'/><author><name>Southern Spud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yZHqRJVywfg/S-jBCNIbPeI/AAAAAAAABLA/wNrOO9D3Cmk/S220/IMG_0406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-9211562047505260254</id><published>2011-01-15T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T13:46:13.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China</title><content type='html'>Taylor, age 7, "Hey, Dad! There's a lot of things made in China."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-9211562047505260254?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/9211562047505260254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/01/china.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/9211562047505260254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/9211562047505260254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2011/01/china.html' title='China'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-2901926136505667789</id><published>2010-12-10T14:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T14:30:08.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;H's been learning about what's real and what's pretend this past year.  Just out of curiosity the other week, I asked her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mom: H, is Santa real or pretend?&lt;div&gt;H: Real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, okay, I won't mess with that one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-2901926136505667789?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2901926136505667789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2901926136505667789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2901926136505667789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa.html' title='Santa?'/><author><name>Southern Spud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yZHqRJVywfg/S-jBCNIbPeI/AAAAAAAABLA/wNrOO9D3Cmk/S220/IMG_0406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-8406662347285309832</id><published>2010-12-10T14:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T14:22:12.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>H-girl (4.5): Mom, can you help me stand the Christmas tree back up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-8406662347285309832?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8406662347285309832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/8406662347285309832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/8406662347285309832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Southern Spud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yZHqRJVywfg/S-jBCNIbPeI/AAAAAAAABLA/wNrOO9D3Cmk/S220/IMG_0406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-9147806206308745238</id><published>2010-11-18T19:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:15:47.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you say please</title><content type='html'>Dad was trying to convince Elizabeth, 5, to eat her dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't start eating, I'm going to take you into bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, "I will, if you say please."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-9147806206308745238?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/9147806206308745238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-say-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/9147806206308745238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/9147806206308745238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-say-please.html' title='If you say please'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-3404966944595583089</id><published>2010-10-12T10:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T10:55:45.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth, age 5, "But, I really want to marry Dominick. When I'm his age."&lt;br /&gt;(Dominick is 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-3404966944595583089?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3404966944595583089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3404966944595583089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3404966944595583089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-6346880790685029820</id><published>2010-09-30T13:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T14:48:25.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Hungry, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>By way of preface, I am a single mother.  Elliana (5 1/2) and I were sitting at the table on a Sunday afternoon eating, when she asked me what we were going to do for the rest of the day.  I replied that I didn't have any specific plans, and asked what she wanted to do.  She answered, "I think you should go out and get a husband!"  At the fit of hysterical laughter that ensued on my part, she gave a vicious scowl.  "It's not funny!  I want a sister!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-6346880790685029820?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6346880790685029820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-hungry-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6346880790685029820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6346880790685029820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-hungry-anyone.html' title='Baby Hungry, Anyone?'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-4281488787165021131</id><published>2010-09-23T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:18:19.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moths</title><content type='html'>BriAnne, age 19, "&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey Dad, I found out where the moths in the house are coming from, they're in my cereal bowl!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-4281488787165021131?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4281488787165021131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/09/moths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4281488787165021131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4281488787165021131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/09/moths.html' title='Moths'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-7704951808015140867</id><published>2010-08-20T18:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:01:21.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How mommies and daddies marry</title><content type='html'>Katie (4): How do mommies and daddies get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Well in lots of different ways. Your mommy and daddy went to the temple and got married by a sealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: We're we (meaning her siblings and her) at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: No, you were with Heavenly Father in heaven still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: In a headstone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: In Heavenly Father's tummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: No. Just in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: In the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Maybe. Some people think that is where heaven is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Then we were in your tummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Yes, a while afterward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-7704951808015140867?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7704951808015140867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-mommies-and-daddies-marry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7704951808015140867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7704951808015140867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-mommies-and-daddies-marry.html' title='How mommies and daddies marry'/><author><name>Butterfly Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-4045148088355402764</id><published>2010-08-20T18:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T18:57:56.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth, age 5, "You're funny as a pig!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-4045148088355402764?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4045148088355402764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/08/funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4045148088355402764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4045148088355402764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/08/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-3131157392527976169</id><published>2010-08-20T15:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:53:45.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicious</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth, age 5, "You're a nice nana today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millika, age 5, "She's always nice. She's your Nana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, "Nu uh, sometimes, she can be vicious!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana, "Do you know what that word means?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth. "No."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-3131157392527976169?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3131157392527976169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/08/vicious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3131157392527976169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3131157392527976169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/08/vicious.html' title='Vicious'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-5471081061660507749</id><published>2010-08-12T15:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:41:34.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents say funny things, too</title><content type='html'>Allison (21): &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty good at doing the daily things- about 3 times a week.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm creative about 6 days a week, give or take 5.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-5471081061660507749?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5471081061660507749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/08/parents-say-funny-things-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/5471081061660507749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/5471081061660507749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/08/parents-say-funny-things-too.html' title='Parents say funny things, too'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-509081290713801223</id><published>2010-08-11T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:51:17.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Nathan, age 7, "I wish I was a Merman, then I wouldn't have to live with an annoying family."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-509081290713801223?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/509081290713801223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/08/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/509081290713801223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/509081290713801223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/08/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-592105133907762893</id><published>2010-08-07T09:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:56:48.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess</title><content type='html'>Mom: You are such a little princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie (4): No, I'm not a princess! I don't have a ponytail in my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-592105133907762893?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/592105133907762893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/08/princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/592105133907762893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/592105133907762893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/08/princess.html' title='Princess'/><author><name>Butterfly Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-457592535534313635</id><published>2010-07-27T23:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:03:04.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty!</title><content type='html'>Elliana:  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is "M" a vowel?&lt;div&gt;Mom:  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elliana: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is it an innocent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-457592535534313635?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/457592535534313635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/guilty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/457592535534313635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/457592535534313635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/guilty.html' title='Guilty!'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-4258929234583540773</id><published>2010-07-26T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:00:11.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing</title><content type='html'>The kids are on the trampoline with a friend, playing with water balloons.They have been twisting them to get heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominick, 8, "I have a face, and I want to kiss a snowman!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-4258929234583540773?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4258929234583540773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/kissing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4258929234583540773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4258929234583540773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/kissing.html' title='Kissing'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-7271790960388141130</id><published>2010-07-23T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T13:54:32.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can cook</title><content type='html'>Mom, "That's disgusting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, age 7, "Don't worry, I'll make more."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-7271790960388141130?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7271790960388141130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-can-cook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7271790960388141130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7271790960388141130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-can-cook.html' title='I can cook'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-1786438654580339602</id><published>2010-07-23T13:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T13:51:51.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange thought combo</title><content type='html'>Mom was racing to where BriAnne, 19, was bit by a snake. As she was driving, she handed Benson, 17, the phone and told him to call 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, age 7, "BriAnne got bit by a snake, and Mom got cupcakes!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-1786438654580339602?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1786438654580339602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/strange-thought-combo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1786438654580339602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1786438654580339602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/strange-thought-combo.html' title='Strange thought combo'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-1819950504833982508</id><published>2010-07-05T20:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:02:32.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop</title><content type='html'>Benson, age 17, "Don't play on my clothes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, age 7, "Why?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-1819950504833982508?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1819950504833982508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1819950504833982508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1819950504833982508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop.html' title='Stop'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-6048590236322347521</id><published>2010-07-02T22:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T13:20:43.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth in Advertising</title><content type='html'>Elliana(5) had messed with my computer, despite a strict no-touch policy, and shut it down when I was in the middle of something.  I was frustrated, and could not immediately think of an appropriate punishment.  Exasperated, I asked, "What consequence will help you learn to leave things that don't belong to you alone?"  "Time out," she offered.  Knowing that this could not be a fruitful parenting path, but too mentally exhausted to come up with a better alternative, I asked, "Will that help you to remember to keep your hands off my computer?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes... &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Momentarily."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-6048590236322347521?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6048590236322347521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/truth-in-advertising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6048590236322347521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6048590236322347521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/truth-in-advertising.html' title='Truth in Advertising'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-7920026784284125808</id><published>2010-07-02T18:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:27:59.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a slippery slope!</title><content type='html'>When Elliana (5) lost her first tooth, she excitedly announced, "I'm almost a grownup!  Soon enough, I'm going to be married and get pregnant and have babies!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-7920026784284125808?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7920026784284125808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-slippery-slope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7920026784284125808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7920026784284125808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-slippery-slope.html' title='It&apos;s a slippery slope!'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-5669631032140958509</id><published>2010-07-02T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:16:41.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Billionaire!</title><content type='html'>Elliana(5) and I were talking about what Millionaire and Billionaire mean and how much money that would be.  &lt;br /&gt;"I want that number that is so high that you can't even count to it, and then put '-aire' after it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-5669631032140958509?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5669631032140958509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/forget-billionaire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/5669631032140958509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/5669631032140958509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/07/forget-billionaire.html' title='Forget Billionaire!'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-312842861966243137</id><published>2010-06-30T01:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T01:40:40.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound Dating Advice</title><content type='html'>The following conversation took place between me and Elliana(5) while we were playing princess.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queen: What news from the suitors?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess Elliana: I have three suitors- Derek, Aaron, and Alexander.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queen: And are they kind and good princes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess Elliana: Yes.  But Prince Alexander and Prince Derek are also courting Princess Allerina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queen: And what of Prince Aaron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess Elliana: He's also courting Princess Risa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queen: So where does your heart lie? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess Elliana: I like Alexander the best.  But it's ok if he chooses the other girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queen: Won't you be sad if he marries someone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess Elliana: No, because there are plenty of other guys who want to marry me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-312842861966243137?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/312842861966243137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/sound-dating-advice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/312842861966243137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/312842861966243137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/sound-dating-advice.html' title='Sound Dating Advice'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-7518750193560587069</id><published>2010-06-29T16:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T16:45:44.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, weird!</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth, age 5, "Human phones, with chicken inside."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-7518750193560587069?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7518750193560587069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7518750193560587069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7518750193560587069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-weird.html' title='Um, weird!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-9152640872898334636</id><published>2010-06-23T18:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:56:54.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>Taylor, age 6, sobbing, "Dominick says he's not my friend anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, " How come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, "Cause i burned Jaydens tramp."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-9152640872898334636?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/9152640872898334636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/sadness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/9152640872898334636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/9152640872898334636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-8492526024776001350</id><published>2010-06-23T18:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:55:59.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing house</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth is playing house with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, age 5, "Girls, quick, go to sleep so Santa can come! Santa  came, &amp;amp; he brought us a diaper bag!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, "Girls, get in the car &amp;amp; I'll drive you to Santa's house."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-8492526024776001350?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8492526024776001350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/playing-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/8492526024776001350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/8492526024776001350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/playing-house.html' title='Playing house'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-1310106661216099843</id><published>2010-06-21T23:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:10:36.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's My Name?</title><content type='html'>As I'm getting ready in the bathroom, Elliana(5) sits in quiet contemplation.  After a moment she asks, "What's my friend Sam's last name?"  I tell her, and then ask why she wants to know.  "I was just wondering what my last name is going to be when I grow up and marry him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-1310106661216099843?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1310106661216099843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-my-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1310106661216099843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1310106661216099843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-my-name.html' title='What&apos;s My Name?'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-5868151335407701594</id><published>2010-06-21T23:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:08:03.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Sportsmanship</title><content type='html'>While playing board games for family night, Elliana (5) turns to me and says, "I want you to lose- just so we're clear."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-5868151335407701594?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5868151335407701594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-sportsmanship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/5868151335407701594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/5868151335407701594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-sportsmanship.html' title='Good Sportsmanship'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-9034800514492589728</id><published>2010-06-10T21:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:50:22.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth, age 5, "Dang it! Now I'm making decisions!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-9034800514492589728?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/9034800514492589728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/9034800514492589728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/9034800514492589728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-6738522294463434601</id><published>2010-06-01T18:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:01:27.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm cleaning!</title><content type='html'>We are in our truck in Idaho Falls Seth (4) loves to ride in the back seat. So were heading home and we hear this "ssshshshshshsshshs" in the back.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Seth what are you doing.&lt;br /&gt;Seth (4): I'm cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: okay. we look at each other and shrug.&lt;br /&gt;well thh shshing continues.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Seth what are you doing?!?&lt;br /&gt;Seth:  I'm cleaning up the yuckies back here on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: okay?&lt;br /&gt;Then we start smelling this certain stench that is vaguely familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Seth you said your cleaning right?&lt;br /&gt;Seth: yes I'm cleaning all the yuckies on the floor!  (He's been bent over the whole time doing this)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: With what are you cleaning with?&lt;br /&gt;Seth: this&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Seth, please show us what your cleaning with.&lt;br /&gt;Seth show in his hand a bottle of "OFF" bug spray. which is now nearly empty.  THe truck smell like "OFF" now and all we can do is laugh and thank him for doing such a fine job of making our vinyl on the floor sparkle and shine all cleaned, and keeping misquitoes away IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER! &lt;br /&gt;So we have a new cleaner call "OFF" if anyone is interested in trying it! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-6738522294463434601?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6738522294463434601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6738522294463434601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6738522294463434601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-cleaning.html' title='I&apos;m cleaning!'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MziETqJOLn8/TAWuj2Ze9TI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JiI4FFdFAOo/S220/Seth+and+Jean+in+Holly%27s+gift++09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-6636822755973701040</id><published>2010-06-01T18:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:53:21.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>Our family was headed to go bowling with our extended family.  On the way we were explaining what bowling was to seth (4).&lt;br /&gt;Dad: you pick out bowling balls and you roll them down an isle and try to knock over pins.&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Oh wow FUN!!  Are they big?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Yes their big, some are smaller then other and some are heavy and some are light.&lt;br /&gt;Then for a long while their was silence.  THen we hear&lt;br /&gt;Seth (4): Daddy, are my balls heavy?  (of course he was referring to the bowling balls he would pick.)&lt;br /&gt;IN the mean time it took 10 min to answer cause Jeff and I completely lost it in the front seats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-6636822755973701040?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6636822755973701040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/speechless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6636822755973701040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6636822755973701040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/06/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MziETqJOLn8/TAWuj2Ze9TI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JiI4FFdFAOo/S220/Seth+and+Jean+in+Holly%27s+gift++09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-1936174698263884926</id><published>2010-05-04T20:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:40:26.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm?</title><content type='html'>Taylor, age 6, "How could you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, age 4, "Very easily."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-1936174698263884926?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1936174698263884926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/05/sarcasm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1936174698263884926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1936174698263884926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/05/sarcasm.html' title='Sarcasm?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-3677582850204715833</id><published>2010-05-02T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:15:40.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu</title><content type='html'>On Sunday we only let the kids watch veggie tales movies. Today they  were watching Lord of the Beans. During the songs Elizabeth would get up  an dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, age 4 "Taylor, dance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor age 6 " No! I don't want to be in dance. I want to do Kung Fu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-3677582850204715833?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3677582850204715833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/05/kung-fu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3677582850204715833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3677582850204715833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/05/kung-fu.html' title='Kung Fu'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-7571501404675192583</id><published>2010-04-15T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:53:00.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions!</title><content type='html'>So, I started into false labor earlier, and warned Shaun so that we could be prepared if need be. I then proceeded to finish dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, age 6, walks in and says, "Mama! Daddy told me to tell you to call Grandma about . . . . . . . . . . . . .the distractions."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-7571501404675192583?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7571501404675192583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/04/distractions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7571501404675192583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7571501404675192583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/04/distractions.html' title='Distractions!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-1129481044547082105</id><published>2010-04-08T13:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:38:35.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Twins</title><content type='html'>My boys had the following conversation about being twins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Being twins means that you are the same color so we can't be twins because we aren't the same color. (I think they are the same color)&lt;br /&gt;J: No. Being twins means being together all the time. So we are twins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-1129481044547082105?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1129481044547082105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-twins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1129481044547082105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1129481044547082105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-twins.html' title='On Twins'/><author><name>Butterfly Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-9222658308179770639</id><published>2010-03-30T11:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:55:22.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Taylor (age 6): Mom, do you know why it rains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: Cause Jesus is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, after it had slowed down a bit, and the sun tried to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: Jesus is happy now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-9222658308179770639?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/9222658308179770639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/9222658308179770639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/9222658308179770639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-4866810579528702603</id><published>2010-03-15T19:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:23:10.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, help me!?</title><content type='html'>Dad wasn't feeling well, so Mom was going to take him home from church. In Primary, they announced that someone else would be doing the singing, cause Sister P would be gone. Nathan, age 7, stood up, and said, "That's my mom!" and out the door he went. They started a search for him, but were unable to find him. One of the Primary Presidency was walking down the hall past the handicapped bathroom. She thought to herself, "I wonder if he's in there?" She knocked on the door and hears this little "What?" She went in and found him laying on the changing table. He had climbed up, and strapped himself in, and couldn't get out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-4866810579528702603?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4866810579528702603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-help-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4866810579528702603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4866810579528702603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-help-me.html' title='Um, help me!?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-1762610546500586307</id><published>2010-03-15T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:18:36.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Animals</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth (age 4 1/2): I think I could eat Big Bird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Why don't you eat your Pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: That's not an animal, mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Well, what animal is on your pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: Dead Animals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-1762610546500586307?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1762610546500586307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/dead-animals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1762610546500586307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1762610546500586307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/03/dead-animals.html' title='Dead Animals'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-7060923645112970408</id><published>2010-02-26T20:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:42:41.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Catch!</title><content type='html'>H-girl (4), calling from the kitchen:  Mom, say, "Good catch, H!"&lt;div&gt;Mom:  Good catch, H! . . . . What did you catch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H-girl: Me!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-7060923645112970408?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7060923645112970408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-catch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7060923645112970408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7060923645112970408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-catch.html' title='Good Catch!'/><author><name>Southern Spud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yZHqRJVywfg/S-jBCNIbPeI/AAAAAAAABLA/wNrOO9D3Cmk/S220/IMG_0406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-3240438239356989066</id><published>2010-02-05T01:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T01:23:45.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortunately/Unfortunately</title><content type='html'>Elliana(5) and I were laying on my bed playing a game called Fortunately/Unfortunately.  (You take turns telling a story, each adding a sentence at a time, alternating between "Fortunately..." and "Unfortunately...")  I had to get up for a second, and when I came back in the room, Elliana was laying on my pillow, delighting in the opportunity to tease me.  She said, "Unfortunately, I'm in your spot!  Fortunately, I have to use the restroom."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-3240438239356989066?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3240438239356989066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/fortunatelyunfortunately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3240438239356989066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3240438239356989066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/fortunatelyunfortunately.html' title='Fortunately/Unfortunately'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-335746369052134141</id><published>2010-02-04T20:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:50:27.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roast piggy . . .</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth, age 4 1/2, "Taylor, you are a roast piggy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, age 6, "Roast kid."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-335746369052134141?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/335746369052134141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/roast-piggy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/335746369052134141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/335746369052134141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/02/roast-piggy.html' title='Roast piggy . . .'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-3072431052375793656</id><published>2010-01-27T17:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:26:13.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien California</title><content type='html'>After watching a movie about space, Elliana (5) and I had this conversation about planets: &lt;div&gt;Elli:  "Yeah, there are lots of other Earths out in space."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  "Well, there are lots of other planets, but only our planet is called Earth.  The other planets &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have different names."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elli:  "Yeah, like California!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-3072431052375793656?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3072431052375793656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/alien-california.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3072431052375793656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3072431052375793656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/alien-california.html' title='Alien California'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-3055739825859979970</id><published>2010-01-24T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:37:05.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vain!</title><content type='html'>We told Elizabeth, age 4 1/2, that she was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response: "I've got to go look in the mirror!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-3055739825859979970?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3055739825859979970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/vain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3055739825859979970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3055739825859979970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/vain.html' title='Vain!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-1318203276201707462</id><published>2010-01-22T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:35:24.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like fries with that?</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth, age 4 1/2 (talking to daddy), "What would you like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "Um, a hamburger and fries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: "Ok, that'll be $60."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-1318203276201707462?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1318203276201707462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-like-fries-with-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1318203276201707462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1318203276201707462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-like-fries-with-that.html' title='Would you like fries with that?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-1524491261402802358</id><published>2010-01-15T18:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:40:22.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Going on the Blog!</title><content type='html'>Elliana (5) came up to me one day as I was reading this blog and asked me to explain what it was for. She seemed satisfied with my explanation and went on playing.  About a week later, she said something that absolutely cracked me up, and as we were both laughing, she cried out, "That's going on the blog!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-1524491261402802358?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1524491261402802358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/thats-going-on-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1524491261402802358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1524491261402802358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/thats-going-on-blog.html' title='That&apos;s Going on the Blog!'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-3199263999626798419</id><published>2009-11-10T14:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:58:41.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth (age 4) is "shopping" around the house. She's picking things up off the floor and putting them in a bucket she found. Suddenly, she stops, grabs herself, and says, "Um, do you have a bathroom I can use?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-3199263999626798419?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3199263999626798419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/11/shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3199263999626798419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3199263999626798419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/11/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-7555522589754603282</id><published>2009-11-02T22:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:57:19.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Busy</title><content type='html'>Mom: Why don't you go play while dinner finishes cooking?&lt;div&gt;Elliana: Not right now, I'm in the middle of being hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-7555522589754603282?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7555522589754603282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7555522589754603282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7555522589754603282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-busy.html' title='Too Busy'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-2883460962000324305</id><published>2009-10-30T08:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:45:30.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapper man</title><content type='html'>Taylor (age 5), wrapped himself up in a jump rope.&lt;br /&gt;"Look mom, I'm the rapper guy!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-2883460962000324305?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2883460962000324305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/wrapper-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2883460962000324305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2883460962000324305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/wrapper-man.html' title='Wrapper man'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-7715262929138132698</id><published>2009-10-22T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:31:38.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Hide!</title><content type='html'>Seth (4 years): (Talking to a friend) Let's hide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Where you going to hide? You can't hide in the bedrooms, and not in the closets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: Let's hide in the walls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-7715262929138132698?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7715262929138132698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-hide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7715262929138132698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7715262929138132698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-hide.html' title='Let&apos;s Hide!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-6901905358233077586</id><published>2009-10-21T13:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:09:06.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Indisputable Proof</title><content type='html'>Elliana was setting the table and set out a big spoon for herself.  I asked her if she would rather have a smaller spoon.  Without a word, she picked up the spoon, looked at me, opened her mouth wide, and stuck the whole spoon inside.  &lt;div&gt;Now who can argue with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-6901905358233077586?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6901905358233077586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/indisputable-proof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6901905358233077586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6901905358233077586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/indisputable-proof.html' title='Indisputable Proof'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-4304312062271474661</id><published>2009-10-21T13:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:58:15.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought they only did this as teenagers!</title><content type='html'>Elliana (almost 5) and I were on a hayride, and I put my arm around her and asked, "Are you having fun?"  She just sat there and said, "Well I was."&lt;div&gt;I took my arm back and laughed, and then she said, "Now I'm having fun!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess mom can take a hint.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-4304312062271474661?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4304312062271474661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-thought-they-only-did-this-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4304312062271474661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4304312062271474661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-thought-they-only-did-this-as.html' title='I thought they only did this as teenagers!'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-3306883334305665909</id><published>2009-10-17T19:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:38:51.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to, it's your name!</title><content type='html'>Taylor: Elizabeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth (age 4): Don't say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: I have to. It's your name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-3306883334305665909?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3306883334305665909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-to-its-your-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3306883334305665909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3306883334305665909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-to-its-your-name.html' title='I have to, it&apos;s your name!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-2007174586837851401</id><published>2009-10-04T22:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:40:22.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tons and Tons and Lots</title><content type='html'>Elliana(almost 5): There are tons and tons and tons and tons and tons and tons and tons and lots.&lt;div&gt;Mom: (suppressing laughter) Tons and tons and lots?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elliana: Yes, because there was more than the last "tons," and "lots" is the amount that there was more.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-2007174586837851401?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2007174586837851401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/tons-and-tons-and-lots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2007174586837851401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2007174586837851401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/tons-and-tons-and-lots.html' title='Tons and Tons and Lots'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-2181550749968740180</id><published>2009-09-21T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:37:07.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad bees!</title><content type='html'>Nathan (age 6) was stung by a bee. The bee "broke" the rules when it stung him because it bothered him, but he didn't bother it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-2181550749968740180?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2181550749968740180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-bees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2181550749968740180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2181550749968740180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-bees.html' title='Bad bees!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-6281169931886556715</id><published>2009-09-19T23:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:48:49.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The No-Boy Dispenser</title><content type='html'>Uncle James' chin-up bar was laying on the ground, and after entertaining herself with it for a while, Elliana came up to me and said, "Do you know what this is?"&lt;div&gt;Me: "What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: "It's a No-Boy Dispenser."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: How does it dispense no-boys?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: "If a boy sits in it, it will poison him, and then there will be no more boys!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope her theory does not prove correct!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-6281169931886556715?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6281169931886556715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-boy-dispenser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6281169931886556715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6281169931886556715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-boy-dispenser.html' title='The No-Boy Dispenser'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-167975482097947769</id><published>2009-09-19T17:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:58:36.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Predictable answers</title><content type='html'>Hannah (3.5 years): I'm going to clean the [bathroom] counter&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Well, you need to go talk to mama first.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: Okay, I will. And mama will say, "Oh, how good of you!" And then I&lt;br /&gt;go clean the counter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-167975482097947769?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/167975482097947769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/predictable-answers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/167975482097947769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/167975482097947769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/predictable-answers.html' title='Predictable answers'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889415514697908819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylTLYmhFM88/SRsj32UMJkI/AAAAAAAAACE/oJpdthwJyqE/S220/Photo+3+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-5262924145760395606</id><published>2009-09-19T15:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:56:09.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplanes</title><content type='html'>Elliana (4 1/2) announces, "Look, I can fly like an airplane!" as she sticks her arms out on both sides, and proceeds to do an all out belly flop straight onto the floor!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-5262924145760395606?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5262924145760395606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/airplanes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/5262924145760395606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/5262924145760395606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/airplanes.html' title='Airplanes'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-4285280362195971351</id><published>2009-09-19T13:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:38:21.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Our family recently got a new kitten.  This morning I overheard Elliana sitting down with Esmerelda (That's what Elliana named the cat) to share her young wisdom with the small animal.  It went something like this:&lt;div&gt;"I'm going to tell you how the world works. All the world is different. Cats are different from dogs, and people are different from cats, and dogs are different from people. Everybody goes potty different. Cats use a litter box, and people use a toilet, and dogs go on walks with their owners in the grass. Cats have paws with claws, and dogs are the same as kitties, but I have hands with fingernails. So...yeah, everybody is different, and that's how the world goes round and round."   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-4285280362195971351?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4285280362195971351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4285280362195971351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4285280362195971351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-wisdom.html' title='Simple Wisdom'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-2661009881180323755</id><published>2009-09-16T19:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:28:04.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>Daddy, talking to Shannon (age 10 months), "Can you stay this age? Can you stay this size?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth (age 4): "Oh, she won't!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-2661009881180323755?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2661009881180323755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2661009881180323755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2661009881180323755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-7209064910413131705</id><published>2009-09-11T17:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:08:11.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elliana earned a treat, so I gave her a glazed doughnut.  She says, "Yay, a frosted bagel!" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-7209064910413131705?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7209064910413131705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/elliana-earned-treat-so-i-gave-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7209064910413131705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7209064910413131705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/elliana-earned-treat-so-i-gave-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-531166785018614231</id><published>2009-09-03T09:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:00:37.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starving</title><content type='html'>"If you don't let me watch a movie I'm never going to eat again! ... Except breakfast and lunch and dinner and snacks. After that I'll never be hungry again and starve."&lt;br /&gt;Sam, age 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-531166785018614231?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/531166785018614231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/starving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/531166785018614231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/531166785018614231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/starving.html' title='Starving'/><author><name>Butterfly Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-7747949966836596156</id><published>2009-09-01T14:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:25:42.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers</title><content type='html'>Taylor (age 5): Girls are womens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teller at the bank: That's right, and what are boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth (age 4): Strangers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-7747949966836596156?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7747949966836596156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/strangers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7747949966836596156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7747949966836596156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/strangers.html' title='Strangers'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-1477546940301971376</id><published>2009-08-19T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:44:19.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking</title><content type='html'>Taylor (age 5) comes in talking about the popsicle man.&lt;br /&gt;   "Some speak Spanish, and some speak right. Like us."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-1477546940301971376?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1477546940301971376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/speaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1477546940301971376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/1477546940301971376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/speaking.html' title='Speaking'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-6819263327602722839</id><published>2009-08-19T10:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:41:34.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocks</title><content type='html'>We're eating dinner, spaghetti. Taylor (age 5) is complaining that he doesn't like the garlic bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Some things are spicy cause they are supposed to be eaten with something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: Yeah, like rocks!&lt;br /&gt;(mom and dad both thought of hard drinks with "rocks" in them)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-6819263327602722839?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6819263327602722839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6819263327602722839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6819263327602722839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/rocks.html' title='Rocks'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-3792602802410083771</id><published>2009-08-08T16:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:04:49.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And That's All</title><content type='html'>Elliana made this announcement at breakfast one day: "When I grow up I'm going to be a President, a Doctor, a Super-Hero, a Mother, and that's all."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-3792602802410083771?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3792602802410083771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-thats-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3792602802410083771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/3792602802410083771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-thats-all.html' title='And That&apos;s All'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-2445730462237222019</id><published>2009-08-08T16:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:06:12.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly!</title><content type='html'>A friend of Elliana's was educated at an early age on the proper names for the human anatomy, and decided to share his knowledge with Elliana.  That lesson was at least a year ago, but something brought the memory back to her mind last night, although it was a little foggy.  "Mom," she finally announced after a long period of silent contemplation, "Boys have Peanuts and girls have China.  Right?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-2445730462237222019?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2445730462237222019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/exactly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2445730462237222019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/2445730462237222019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/exactly.html' title='Exactly!'/><author><name>Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-71657736465820632</id><published>2009-08-06T21:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:27:09.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Temple</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth, age 4, has about 5 vanilla wafers in her hand that she's stacked on top of each other.&lt;br /&gt;"It's a cookie temple!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-71657736465820632?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/71657736465820632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/cookie-temple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/71657736465820632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/71657736465820632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/cookie-temple.html' title='Cookie Temple'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-179120271754917779</id><published>2009-08-03T15:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:32:49.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up</title><content type='html'>When I grow up I'll be a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Katie, age 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-179120271754917779?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/179120271754917779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/179120271754917779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/179120271754917779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-up.html' title='growing up'/><author><name>Butterfly Wings</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-7182448802437155011</id><published>2009-07-28T15:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:26:40.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come again?</title><content type='html'>Taylor, age 5, is sitting on the couch and Elizabeth, age 4, comes in and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Taylor, you be a good human.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be a bad girl (complete with growl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where that came from, we have no idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-7182448802437155011?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7182448802437155011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7182448802437155011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/7182448802437155011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-again.html' title='Come again?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-5716581770514803877</id><published>2009-07-08T18:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:49:19.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How to become a Daddy</title><content type='html'>Taylor (age 5): Hair is how we become a daddy, huh dad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-5716581770514803877?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5716581770514803877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-to-become-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/5716581770514803877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/5716581770514803877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-to-become-daddy.html' title='How to become a Daddy'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-5698542396855244629</id><published>2009-07-04T13:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:22:35.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 going on 24?</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth(age 4) got dressed this morning and went out to play. Little did we know that her clothes were more suited for behind closed doors after being married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had put on her play apron, panties and shoes; nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-5698542396855244629?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5698542396855244629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-going-on-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/5698542396855244629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/5698542396855244629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-going-on-24.html' title='4 going on 24?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-9161507533758007832</id><published>2009-06-25T13:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:17:38.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;H-girl changes into a dress and then goes to her room and turns on her music, upping the volume. She then turns it off and returns to Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;"Mama, I back from church dance." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;"You're back from a church dance?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;"Yeah. Me and my friends. We played music louder and louder."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Must've gotten "church dance" from a friend's teenager, but that was weeks and weeks ago....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-9161507533758007832?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/9161507533758007832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/church-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/9161507533758007832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/9161507533758007832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/church-dance.html' title='Church Dance'/><author><name>Southern Spud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yZHqRJVywfg/S-jBCNIbPeI/AAAAAAAABLA/wNrOO9D3Cmk/S220/IMG_0406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-8500310423355698384</id><published>2009-06-23T05:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:26:52.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Commuters &amp; Barrettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;H-girl (3.5yrs) is sitting on a chair pretending to ride a train to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Mom, standing in the bathroom nearby, spots a green barrette H had asked to wear a couple days prior.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Mom: "Do you want to wear this hair barrette today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;H: with a look of quiet shock, "No, I a boy right now. . . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-8500310423355698384?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8500310423355698384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/commuters-barrettes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/8500310423355698384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/8500310423355698384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/commuters-barrettes.html' title='Commuters &amp; Barrettes'/><author><name>Southern Spud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yZHqRJVywfg/S-jBCNIbPeI/AAAAAAAABLA/wNrOO9D3Cmk/S220/IMG_0406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-6069309743259665550</id><published>2009-06-23T05:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:33:37.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;H-girl (3.5yrs): "Mama, I buy you a baby!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Mom:  "You mean you are adopting a baby for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;H: No, I BUY you a baby, for you to hold!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-6069309743259665550?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6069309743259665550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/adoption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6069309743259665550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/6069309743259665550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/adoption.html' title='Adoption'/><author><name>Southern Spud</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yZHqRJVywfg/S-jBCNIbPeI/AAAAAAAABLA/wNrOO9D3Cmk/S220/IMG_0406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-8924337223155636806</id><published>2009-06-19T11:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:00:53.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ankles</title><content type='html'>BriAnne (age 18): Dad, you have delicious ankles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-8924337223155636806?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8924337223155636806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/ankles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/8924337223155636806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/8924337223155636806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/ankles.html' title='Ankles'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-637514017461125470</id><published>2009-06-19T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:57:43.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Toenails</title><content type='html'>Nathan (age 6): I hate your toenails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-637514017461125470?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/637514017461125470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/toenails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/637514017461125470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/637514017461125470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/toenails.html' title='Toenails'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-4390417669466696972</id><published>2009-06-16T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:41:27.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Words</title><content type='html'>The youngest in the family is starting to "talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon(age 7 mo): Diediediediediedie.&lt;br /&gt;She says this as she's crawling around eating everything she can get her hands on. Especially dirt and weeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-4390417669466696972?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4390417669466696972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4390417669466696972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4390417669466696972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-words.html' title='First Words'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-4738053098628731998</id><published>2009-06-14T20:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:32:01.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Burping?</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth (age 4): Excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:Did you burp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: No, my bum burped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-4738053098628731998?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4738053098628731998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/burping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4738053098628731998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/4738053098628731998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/burping.html' title='Burping?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07968602613806633023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416481387221995579.post-344457283858290294</id><published>2009-06-14T19:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:19:44.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How's it going</title><content type='html'>We are in church today.  Seth lays across Jeff's lap with his hands behind his head, looks up at Jeff (in the middle of a spiritual talk).  and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth: "So...... How's it going".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416481387221995579-344457283858290294?l=mouthsofkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/feeds/344457283858290294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/hows-it-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/344457283858290294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416481387221995579/posts/default/344457283858290294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouthsofkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/hows-it-going.html' title='How&apos;s it going'/><author><name>LadyBug</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MziETqJOLn8/TAWuj2Ze9TI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JiI4FFdFAOo/S220/Seth+and+Jean+in+Holly%27s+gift++09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
